The Songbird and the Heart of Stone (Crowns of Nyaxia Book 3)

“Can’t think of anyone better suited to master both the sun and the stars, Iliae.”

You’d make a shit king,” Elias said, and gave Asar a forceful push, right toward the cliff’s edge.

I didn’t think. I just ran.

Luce dove after us. Chandra screamed my name. Asar’s eyes widened as he flew back, and I could’ve sworn he started to shake his head. No

Asar had a lovely face, big dark eyes that peered from beneath a mop of messy dark brown hair. But the rest of him was disheveled, his clothes once fine but now patched and slightly too small. He knelt before what had once been his dog. Her long, slender legs tangled, two of them broken. Her sleek black fur was matted with red, but the wounds no longer bled. No, there wasn’t much blood left in her at all.