Geon is her worst nightmare come back. Jae is scars she thought she left. What she thought she escaped, she’s walked right back into. Are things different now? And can they learn to coexist?
Geon is her worst nightmare come back. Jae is scars she thought she left. What she thought she escaped, she’s walked right back into. Are things different now? And can they learn to coexist?
In the age of old, before the castles of men littered Elosia, there was a sprawling, enchanted wood— ancient magic, deep and beautiful. Creatures one can scarcely imagine. Winged creatures flitting in the flowers, birds with sharp teeth and sharper venom, fish that shone with rainbow scales, and shadows that writhed not with vengeance but with simple existence.
In the age of old, before the castles of men littered Elosia, there was a sprawling, enchanted wood— ancient magic, deep and beautiful. Creatures one can scarcely imagine. Winged creatures flitting in the flowers, birds with sharp teeth and sharper venom, fish that shone with rainbow scales, and shadows that writhed not with vengeance but with simple existence.
Maliki is a top delinquent at Silverthorne Academy— a boarding school. He’s known as the top dog of the school, with no one really bothering him. He thinks his word is law, and he’s not afraid to back it up with his hands. He spends half his time in detention.
Maliki is a top delinquent at Silverthorne Academy— a boarding school. He’s known as the top dog of the school, with no one really bothering him. He thinks his word is law, and he’s not afraid to back it up with his hands. He spends half his time in detention.
Sylvan would never claim to love the enemy—perhaps *tolerate* was a more fitting word. And yet, such trivial notions did not stop his eyes from scanning the horizon for you from his perch in one of the high trees that lined the forest, a natural barrier between the Faefolk and humankind.
Sylvan would never claim to love the enemy—perhaps *tolerate* was a more fitting word. And yet, such trivial notions did not stop his eyes from scanning the horizon for you from his perch in one of the high trees that lined the forest, a natural barrier between the Faefolk and humankind.
