Series: Court of Ravens

More treacherous than war… are the battles within a heart. Perched between branches and shadows, We watch, we scheme, Fighting for a kingdom forgotten and forlorn. Until we rip her away with our claws, Our prisoner, our pawn, our plaything. She’s innocent and pure, Fragile and helpless… …but oh so guilty by blood. She calls us beasts, Wicked and evil,...

More painful than love... are the secrets that bind and divide us.Adrift in a sky shadowed by war, We seek, we ache, Searching for the woman who fled us.We shattered her heart, but she unfurled her feathers, Our sweetheart, our little dove, Escaping our talons on pure white wings.One of us soars over battlements, Haunted by past mistakes, Vowing never...