I was four hours old when I was cast out by my mother. I was cursed, she said. Kinder to let me die in the snow and the wind than let me live, only to be betrayed.
I was twelve when the Duke found me and turned me into a Shadow: bodyguard, spy, and assassin.
I was fourteen when he brought me to court. He wanted his niece on the throne, by any means possible. I was to be her weapon, wielded as she and the Duke saw fit.
But she wants more. She’s playing her own game.
And the court holds its own secrets. A war centuries in the making is ready to erupt, and we are in a race against time to keep it from consuming whole empires.
… If we survive.
“I must warn you: If you read this book and you’re like me, you’ll end up buying all the set!” – T.O. Powell