A Crown of Ice and Fury (The Winter Court #4)

Prologue

KING éREBO OF HOUSE NIKAO, RULER OF THE SHADOW FAE

The king trudged across the snow-covered land, his destination a city of frost and malice.

During the daylight hours, every step through the glittering snow and crusted ice proved laborious.

But he knew it was only a matter of time before shadows stretched over the glistening landscape. Then he could move faster. Stronger.

And once night came, he’d soar on wings made of shadows. Wings that did not tire or succumb to the cold when darkness ruled over light. Wings that allowed him to fly far faster than wings made of blood and thin, flexible bones and tender membranes.

In those fleeting hours of the night prior, the king had relished in the freedom he hadn’t felt in so very long. The freedom his mate had stolen from him. Had Sassa Falk still lived, King érebo would hunt her down and make her pay, but as it were, he would have to settle for the next best thing.

With each step, the King of Shadows, of fae long banished from this world, drew closer to King Magnus. Closer to revenge. Together, the Kings of Winter and Shadows would cripple Sassa’s line and drive it into the frozen ground.

After his enemies drifted to the afterworld, the Shadow King would set about bringing his people home and unleashing their glorious darkness upon Isila.

Just as it should have been so very long ago.