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The crown was supposed to kill her.Every mortal who had ever worn the Thornbound Crown of the Vethara Court burned within three heartbeats. Ivara Solhast knew this when they placed the ancient thorn-metal on her head knew it, accepted it, and set her teeth against the coming fire.The crown settled against her skull. And began to sing.Now Ivara stands at the center of a three-hundred-year-old conspiracy, the last daughter of a disgraced bloodline who was never supposed to survive long enough to matter. The Thornlands is dying its ancient ward network failing, its black roses blooming endlessly without rest, something vast and cold pressing at its northern boundary while the fae court that rules it manages the decline rather than stopping it. And Ivara, whose power speaks directly to the compact the land has been waiting centuries to restore, is the one thing the court cannot afford to let succeed.They send their most dangerous instrument to contain her. Qethyn Daur four centuries old, unfailingly precise, the kind of fae that courts rearrange themselves around. His orders are simple. His first report is not honest. And somewhere in the cold northern thornwood, between twenty-three days of oath-stones and ancient trees and a boundary where the world is failing, he stops writing false reports and starts making a different choice entirely.A Crown of Thorns and Midnight is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romantasy about a woman learning what she is, and the man sent to stop her who quietly, irreversibly, chooses her instead.For readers who love Sarah J. Maas's sweeping world-building and Jennifer L. Armentrout's devastating romantic tension.The thornwood is waiting. Step in.

She was never meant to bond the last thorn-dragon. He was never meant to care that she did.In the empire of Vaetharys, dragon bonds are earned through bloodline and privilege except once, on the morning of Ysolde Craeven's conscription, they aren't.Born to a dissolved house. Branded a traitor's daughter. Brought to Thornspire Academy not as a rider but as a weapon to be aimed and discarded Ysolde has survived eight years of the empire's contempt by staying invisible. Then Aetheryn crosses the bonding deck in a straight line and chooses her, and invisibility is no longer an option.Commander Sorvael Duskrane has spent three years building himself into the Academy's perfect instrument: controlled, brilliant, entirely unattached. He was already bonded to Aetheryn when his first dragon died. Now the ancient thorn-dragon has chosen a second rider and Sorvael can feel her in the bond-web like a lit torch in a sealed room. Bright. Specific. Impossible to ignore.He was given one order regarding her: observe and report.He was not given instructions for what to do when the archive her bloodline has been keeping for two hundred years holds the truth behind the empire's greatest cover-up a truth that could destroy them both.The Unminding is spreading. Riders are going blank at the empire's northern border, their bonds hollowed without a wound, their dragons circling in lost patterns that never resolve. The empire calls it an insurgent weapon. The truth is worse: the empire built it. And the only documented counter is the bond Sorvael and Ysolde share the Twinbond the empire has just declared illegal and scheduled for severance.Thirty-two days.Perfect for fans of Rebecca Yarros, Sarah J. Maas, and Jennifer L. Armentrout.Empire of Thorns and Wings is a full-length standalone romantasy featuring dual POV, slow-burn enemies-to-lovers, dragon rider academy, forbidden bond, he-falls-first, and a complete HEA.

She was summoned without her consent. But she's choosing to stay.Ysolde Carath is a mortal Dusk-Walker who has spent eight years guiding souls through the Veil at the Dominion's border. When a fae king's ward-claim pulls her across the boundary stones without explanation, she arrives in a kingdom held together by something that was never supposed to last this long: a thousand-year-old throne built on the bones of pressed and borrowed dead. The fracture in its seam has been growing for forty years. The grey districts have been spreading for months. And Morthyn Askarath, the last of his dynasty four centuries old, twenty-three dead kings living in his skull, marks running jaw to collarbone has known exactly who she is and what her Gift can do for far longer than she has been in his kingdom.He is controlled. Precise. Managing everything, including himself, with the four-century discipline of a man who learned that anything less would cost him. She is furious, direct, and constitutionally incapable of accepting a managed version of the truth when the real one is available. What happens between them in an archive at midnight, in the dark of a shadow-transit, on the floor of a throne hall at the second bell was never supposed to happen. The working that will save his kingdom requires a bond that cannot be undone. He will lose everything that has defined him. She already knows. She is choosing it anyway.Because the choice is not simply hers. And the fury is still present. And the Veil-Bond cannot be formed by proximity, by accident, or by anything other than will directed with full awareness of what it means.They have five days.Whispers of the Shadow Throne is a standalone dark fae king romantasy for readers who want their slow burn built on mutual precision, their banter to have teeth, and their happy ending fully earned through every ounce of the cost.

She was sent to steal one secret from the Whispering Throne. She did not expect its Keeper to already know her name.Ossara Vael has spent twelve years perfecting the art of becoming exactly what people need her to be a Shade-Speaker who hears lies the way others hear music, deployed by House Velthar into courts that don't suspect her, extracting secrets that don't belong to her, and moving on before anything can stick. She is exceptional at this work. She has never once let it matter.Valdremn Keep is supposed to be the same.The dying empire's Obsidian Throne holds four centuries of dead rulers compressed into its seals their decisions, their griefs, their buried shames, all kept in careful order by the Wraith-Keeper known only as the Null. He speaks in precise truths. He sees everything that moves through these walls. He has been alone with the weight of the dead for nine years, and on the morning Ossara crosses the outer gate, the binding shudders in recognition.He identifies her before she has unpacked her case. He does not arrest her.He assigns himself as her liaison instead which means one of them is playing a game the other cannot read, and the binding between them is not the only thing beginning to fracture.Because someone in the highest circles of Valdremn's nobility has been deliberately weakening the throne's seals. The dead are bleeding through into the living court. And the shade-echoes pressing through the Veil are not speaking at random they are speaking to her, in the frequency where lies unravel and truth refuses to stay buried, with a message that will overturn everything she thought she was sent here to find.Two people trained to read the truth in every room they enter. One court built entirely on beautiful lies. And a secret sealed inside an obsidian throne that House Velthar sent Ossara to retrieve that is not, it turns out, what they told her it was.What she was sent to extract could destroy an empire. What she discovers could rebuild one. What she feels for the man guarding its secrets may be the most dangerous thing of all.Throne of Whispered Secrets is a complete standalone dark court political intrigue spicy romantasy featuring enemies-to-lovers slow burn, forced proximity, he-falls-first devotion, a morally complex cast of characters, and a love story woven so deeply into the political conspiracy that neither can be resolved without the other. Heat level: explicit. HEA guaranteed.For readers of Sarah J. Maas, Danielle L. Jensen, and Holly Black.If you loved A Court of Silver Flames, The Bridge Kingdom, or The Cruel Prince the Whisper Court is waiting.