A Court of Ravens
A Dark Fantasy Romance with Enemies Turned Lovers and Dangerous Secrets
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A Court of Ravens
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Julie Blackheart
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Perfect for fans of spicy romantasy like The Serpent & the Wings of Night, The Plated Prisoner, and A Court of Thorns and Roses. A Court of Ravens is the second book in Queen of Shadows (Land of Shadows World), a spicy romantasy series filled with morally grey fae, found family, fated mates, enemies-to-lovers tension, forbidden magic, and heart-wrenching slow-burn heat.
I thought I was done with secrets.
But the past isn’t finished with me yet.
The deeper I dig into a cursed island full of dead legends and living lies, the harder it is to deny what I am. Magic still pulses under my skin. Shadows still whisper my name, and one dangerously infuriating fae prince insists I belong to him.
He says I’m his ceangal. His fated match.
But I don’t do fate. I don’t do forever.
And I definitely don’t fall for monsters.
Too bad my body—and whatever’s left of my soul—didn’t get the memo.
Between a prophecy I never agreed to, a bond I never wanted, and a man I can’t stop thinking about, I’m falling headfirst into a war I was born to start…or end. The Veil is breaking. The courts are choosing sides. And I’m about to find out if love can survive the darkness or if it’s the thing that burns us all.
Reader Note: Contains cliffhangers so rude they may cause yelling, late-night reading, and emotional damage.
EXCERPT:
Shadow Witch. The nickname isn’t playful or offhand. It’s a claim burning into me like a mark that says there’s no way out. No escape. No undoing what just happened.
My fingers are still digging into his shoulders, my nails etched into his skin. A laugh bubbles up—half disbelief, half hysteria. I won the bet with Cyn, but at what cost?
Every time I blink, I see it. The flashes of what happened. The shadows twisting like living things. The way our marks burned bright, searing a truth onto my skin I’m not ready to face.
The air is thick with its finality. The raw heat still licking through my veins. The shadows linger in the corners of the room, refusing to completely fade.
It’s proof. Proof that we started something bigger than the two of us. Something I don’t understand. Something I might not be able to stop.