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Spinta dall'ambizione di reclamare il trono della Luce, ho risvegliato una leggenda dimenticata: un antico re alato, il cui nome un tempo evocava potere e terrore. Lorcan sostiene di tenermi prigioniera per proteggermi. Condividiamo un vincolo psichico che ci unisce nel profondo, ma non sarà certo questo a decidere il mio destino. Quel cammino, intendo tracciarlo da sola, lontano dalle visioni profetiche del Regno del Cielo. Eppure, più cerco di fuggire da questo sovrano oscuro, più scopro che non esiste catena più potente di quella che il cuore tesse in silenzio.

Fino a quando un oracolo non mi ha predetto il futuro, non avrei mai immaginato di potermi distaccare dalla mia reputazione. Dopotutto, sono una mezzosangue priva di magia, amata dalle bestie ma detestata da ogni Fae purosangue. Beh, tutti tranne uno. Dante Regio, principe di Luce, possiede il mio cuore da quando mi ha rubato il primo bacio. Per aiutarlo a destituire Marco Regio, l’attuale sovrano, e salire al trono con me al suo fianco, devo ritrovare cinque corvi di ferro e restituirgli la libertà. Se solo l’oracolo mi avesse avvertita del demone che avrei liberato.

Until an oracle predicted my regal future, I'd never imagined myself rising above the curve of my round ears. After all, I was the magicless halfling loved by beasts but loathed by every pure-blooded faerie at court. Well . . . by all but one. Dante Regio, prince of Luce, had owned my heart since he gave me my first kiss. If gathering a slew of iron relics could help me overthrow the current monarch and crown his brother to rule at my side, then treasure hunting I'd go. If only the oracle had warned me what winged demon I was releasing into the world.

Mein Wunsch, auf dem Thron von Luce zu sitzen, veranlasste mich, einen alten, geflügelten Monarchen wiederzubeleben. Einen, den ich für einen Freund hielt, bis dieser Freund mich betrog und einsperrte. Lorcan behauptet, dass er mich zu meiner eigenen Sicherheit gefangen hält. Doch dann behauptet er, dass ich zu ihm gehöre. Sein fünfhundertjähriger Schlaf hat dem Krähenkönig offensichtlich schwere Wahnvorstellungen beschert. Wir haben vielleicht eine unglückliche geistige Verbindung. Doch sind wir noch immer Herr unseres eigenen Schicksals.

Bevor ein Orakel meine königliche Zukunft vorhersagte, hätte ich mir nie vorstellen können, dass ich über die Rundung meiner Ohren hinauswachsen würde. Schließlich war ich der magielose Halbling, der von Bestien geliebt, aber von allen reinen Feen am Hof ​​verabscheut wurde. Also ... von allen bis auf einer. Dante Regio, Prinz von Luce, besaß mein Herz, seit er mir meinen ersten Kuss gegeben hatte. Wenn das Sammeln eiserner Relikte mir helfen könnte, den derzeitigen Monarchen zu stürzen und seinen Bruder zu krönen, damit er an meiner Seite regiert, dann würde ich mich sofort auf die Schatzsuche begeben.

Ich werde Königin von Luce werden ... oder bei dem Versuch sterben. Es gibt wenige Menschen, die ich mehr verabscheue als Dante Regio. Doch meine Tante Bronwen, mein Großvater Justus und meine Schabbat-Großmutter Meriam stehen direkt neben dem Feenmonarchen auf meiner Liste der verabscheuungswürdigen Wesen. Vor allem, nachdem sie dem Herrscher der Feen bei meiner Entführung geholfen haben. Eingesperrt in einer schwarzen Unterwelt, die keine Krähe erreichen kann, nicht einmal ihr König, erfahre ich bald, dass die Dinge nicht so sind, wie sie scheinen.

There were three things I was certain about. I would never commit murder. I would never strike another bargain. I would never spurn the man I loved to marry the man I loathed. But I murdered, I bargained, and then… I married.

I was locked out of Neverra—a death sentence for faeries born on the isle. Unless I found a way back home, the fire in my veins would extinguish, and with it, my life. That was how I ended up stuck on Earth, with for only companion, a grumpy hunter who hated me for what I was and what I'd done. If I'd known marking him would carry my voice into his mind, I would've kept my magic to myself. No… that wasn't true. I would've marked him sooner. After all, I was mute, so no one had ever heard my voice, until him.

When my father, the King of Neverra, forced my hand into the Cauldron to cement a political alliance with the Farrows, I thought my night couldn’t get any worse. But lo and behold, it did. On top of being engaged to Remo Farrow, the rudest fae in my kingdom, I now have to repay a bargain I struck to get out of trouble. A bargain that sends me hurtling into a world of trouble. A world I didn’t even know existed, unwelcoming and wicked, and forever changing; a world where my powers—all of them—fail me.

I wasn’t the sort of girl who believed in fairytales, let alone tales about faeries. But that changed the day Faeries came to my small town and Hunters rose from their graves. On that fateful day, I received a book, a peculiar collection of myths and legends. Turns out it was so much more than stories. And just as I was on the verge of unlocking its secrets, it was stolen from me by someone I called a friend. Now, I don’t know who to turn to, who to trust. All I know is that there are two sides, and I am straddling the great divide because I am both Faerie and Hunter.

Staying away from my lakeside hometown was the plan, but Mom died suddenly. Dad said she suffered a stroke after she dug up one of the ancient Native American graves in our backyard. Creepy, I know. Creepier still, there was no corpse inside the old coffin, only fresh rose petals. As we made preparations for her burial, unnervingly odd and beautiful newcomers poured into my small town. A coroner with emerald eyes and black hair, much too young for the job. An arrogant blond socialite, who lived to get under my skin. And a tattooed Native man, who wasn’t supposed to be alive.

I didn't mean to steal the Bloodstone from the De Morel's crypt. Scratch that, I did mean to steal it. Until I realized it was a curse-magnet that only comes off if I, along with a jolly trio, successfully defeat four curses. If any of us fail, I'm dead. I've never been a glass half-empty sort of person, but my glass looks in dire need of a refill right about now. The only highlight of this wicked treasure hunt: feisty, entitled Cadence de Morel.

Somehow, we survived. It was supposed to be over. No more curses. No more magic. Just a calm, little life in Brume. For the first time ever, I’m ready for calm. So. Damn. Ready. Just so happens that the girl I love doesn’t like to leave things unfinished. Fine. So our little crew will assemble the Quatrefoil and bring magic back to the world. We’ve already faced death. This can’t be worse. Or can it?

Naya and Adam have nothing in common. Besides black wings. The same birthday. And fathers who are as close as brothers. But nothing else. Sweet, diligent Naya has always abided by the rules. Arrogant, uncivil Adam has made it his life’s mission to break each one. She is the beloved daughter of an archangel. He is the guilds’ resident bad boy...well, bad fletching. When Naya thrusts herself into Adam’s life to request a place on his clandestine team of guardians, he turns her away.

Celeste has spent the last four years building a life outside of angelic guilds—parties, check—pursuing human ambitions instead of celestial ones—college, check—and shedding feathers across Parisian cobblestones and more recently New York sidewalks—speaking her mind, always check. She swore off angels, but the death of the woman who took her in the night Leigh died brings them soaring back into her life . . . and not just any angel but the most detestable one, the one complicit in Leigh’s death—Seraph Asher.

It was supposed to be a quick mission. The only thing quick about it was how rapidly I failed. With only a month left to earn her missing feathers, twenty-year-old Leigh embarks on a trip to Paris to meet her newest project, twenty-five-year-old Jarod Adler, leader of the Parisian Mafia and the worst kind of sinner . . . a Triple. If Leigh can get Jarod to accomplish a single act of kindness, she stands to win 100 feathers, more than enough to complete her wings and ascend to Elysium, the land of angels.

Three months shy of her 18th birthday, Ness is forced to return to Colorado. Even though it's been six years, and the wolves of her all-male pack don't recognize her, she recognizes them. People who shun others because of their gender are hard to forget. Especially Liam Kolane—son of Heath, the crudest and cruelest Alpha to have ruled the Boulder Pack. Liam is as handsome as he is infuriating, as kind as he is punishing, and he makes Ness's traitorous heart race, which isn't good. After all, he's a Kolane.

Till a mating link do us part. That was rule number 1 of the arrangement I struck up with my Alpha a few weeks after he arrived in Beaver Creek to solve a pack murder. Liam Kolane and I would have exclusive fun until my wolf clicked with its true mate or until I found a male keen on long-term, since Liam had zero interest in forever.

Volunteering to duel alongside Liam against the ruthless Creek Alpha could get me killed but leaving my hot-headed Alpha to die alone in the dueling ring isn’t an option. Not even when he places ridiculous conditions on me, like not spending time alone with my intended mate. I didn’t want a mate, but that was before August stepped back into my life, before he picked up the scattered pieces of my heart. Between our shared history and the magical tether that binds us, I find myself falling dangerously hard for the sexy shifter.

I earned my spot in my all-male pack and won over my new Alpha, Liam Kolane. Yet my place among the Boulders and at Liam’s side is compromised. First, when my cousin claims I helped him devise his Machiavellian plot against the pack. And then, when August Watt, my childhood friend turned Marine comes home. Although August’s plan was to pledge himself to his new Alpha and return to active duty, he finds himself incapable of leaving.