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Hardcover
First published November 6, 2023
All the different regions of Astagnon call the deities by different names: Immortals in the capital city of Old Coros. Fae in the northeast. Gods in the south. Whatever name they go by, legend tells us they went to sleep one thousand years ago in underground realms and will wake again to rule the human world.
And yet there’s another side to her entirely. An angry, determined girl who refuses to be a victim. Who wants to know how to fight against anyone who crosses her, even old women. I want to know how one person can hold so much complexity. How her soul can bear so much rage and yet not break from it. Maybe if I can figure out how she still sees the beauty in life after everything that’s happened to her, I can, too.
He’s striking. He’s savage. He’s undeniably gorgeous. And yet all I can think is: They sent a beast for me.
And every bullheaded man in my life— my father, Lord Rian, and especially Basten— will see how a woman’s defiance can burn brighter than the stars.
"Is she doing this? Calling the animals? If she is, then her message is pretty fucking clear: If everyone in her life will deny her even the dignity of clothing, then she'll clothe herself with the creatures of the forest. But something tells me she isn't calling them, at least not with words. That the insects and birds are coming on their own, drawn to her pain like moths to flame."
"But I've never experienced anything quite like this. The creatures covering my nakedness have a mind of their own, as though something greater than all of us summoned them. For maybe the first time, it makes me believe in the old stories. That magic threads through everything, not just the few godkissed, whether the fae are sleeping or not. That magic connects us all."
"My heart starts clanging in my chest, and I curse my traitorous body, knowing Wolf can hear every thrust of my heart. What else can he sense about me with his godkiss? Does my sweat smell different when I'm thinking about him? Can he feel my sped-up breath clouding against his skin? His rough palm cups my jaw, gently tilting my head toward his. The move is so bold that I'm left speechless. He's never touched me before, unless it's to bend me to his will. His eyes drop to my lips. There's a look in them I haven't seen before. Dark, glistening, hungry."
"Can I see a future with him? He stares me down with more heat than comes from the fire. My heart opens like a cracked door, letting in the faintest rays of light. "I-I want this, Basten. I want you. Now-maybe forever. That's the best I can give you." Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. So many maybes I'm drowning in them. So many maybes I'm terrified. He stills. A strange calm comes over his face, like he's given into a battle he didn't know he was fighting. "Okay.""
“I’d bleed for her. I’d break bones for her. I’d cut my own heart out of my chest if she only asked it of me, and I’d willingly die at her feet, with the still pumping organ in my hands, an offering for this girl, who’s worth rivals the gods.”