Everything was black, and warm—and thick. Inky, but bordered with gold. I was swimming, kicking for the surface, where Tamlin […]

I was far away but still seeing—seeing through eyes that weren’t mine, eyes attached to a person who slowly rose

Tamlin cried out as my blade pierced his flesh, breaking bone. For a sickening moment, when his blood rushed onto

For my final task, I was given my old tunic and pants—stained and torn and reeking—but despite my stench, I

It was a party like any other—even if it would likely be my last. Faeries drank and lounged and danced,

What followed the second trial was a series of days that I don’t care to recall. A permanent darkness settled

My second task arrived. Its teeth gleaming, the Attor grinned at me as I stood before Amarantha. Another cavern—smaller than

From that point on, each morning and evening, a fresh, hot meal appeared in my cell. I gobbled it down

I tried not to look at my left arm as I scrubbed at the floors of the hallway. The ink—which,

No one, not even Lucien, came to fix my arm in the days following my victory. The pain overwhelmed me