❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016

**Sequel to THE BRIGHT AND THE LOST** A YA Historical Fantasy set in 1922 that mixes romance, magic and mystery! Following the upsetting events that disrupted her London Season and changed her life forever, eighteen-year-old Vita is ready to spend a quiet winter at her country estate with her fiancé. Newly wed to the handsome son of a Hong-Kong businessman, Vita's best friend Izzy can't quite believe all her dreams are finally coming true: she's escaped her ruined family and she's traded the horrid English weather for the Californian sunshine. However, when an unexpected event disrupts Vita's routine at Weatherly, she has no choice but to leave behind her home and go in search of Holden - the stranger who turned her life upside down during the summer and knows the answers to all of her questions. Her quest leads her to New York, where new dangers lurk in the shadows of the city's skyscrapers and speakeasies. From Hollywood to Manhattan, darkness soon engulfs the lives of both girls, who find themselves in a race against time to locate Holden, unravel the mysteries surrounding Vita - and avoid getting caught in a thousand-year-old secret war that threatens to destroy them all. Copyright © 2017. All works posted here are the property of EM Castellan. Please do not use without permission. Any duplication or reproduction of all or part of the work without explicit permission by the author is illegal. Cover artist: Amalia Chitulescu

Nobody comes out of the vicious world of Upper East Side Manhattan unscathed. Cleopatra Renaux couldn't care less about how people reacted when she wore clothing from a collection that hasn't been released yet or when people stopped and stared in the halls, and she thought she didn't care when Nolan Belmont hit on her. Cleopatra Renaux knew a few things. She knew that she was set to inherit a billion-dollar fashion empire with her twin brother, that the false rumors spread about her came from the mouth of a snake, and she thought she would be the only one not affected by the copious amounts of money, booze, and vile people in the Upper East Side. Cleopatra Renaux was horribly wrong. book one in the complex series.

❛THEY WOULD TELL YOU OF A KING WHO STOLE ME HELPLESS FROM MY SUNSHINE GARDEN.❜ They won't tell you about the woman who came to him sublime, lily eyes and lily lips. A king does not ask permission from his prize, but she, oh she, she knelt, kissing my flower crown fingertips, and laid a kingdom at my feet. A Hades and Persephone retelling. ❛AND WHEN I PLACED MY DREAD HEART IN HIS PALM; HE CALLED IT A KEY AND ME A QUEEN.❜ rubyruins | all rights reserved ©

those rosenthal boys could eat you alive, and we jude girls love them. © fiona | 2017

The boys are innocent. The girls know their way around. #faceyourevils [ #7 in action 4.13.17 ] Copyright © 2016 , humanoligy

A pack of thieves ransack a witch's home, stealing her deck of tarot cards. Unbeknownst to them, these tarot cards hold the most infamous criminals ever known. And little do they know what they've unleashed onto the world when these prisoners escape their binds to the cards and scatter across the stars. It'll take a powerful kind of magic and a special kind of witch to find them. Cage is NOT that witch. In fact, she's not exactly a witch at all. She's a Lavender and lives in a world where women are the only ones with magic. With flowers that grow in amongst her curly hair, Cage is dragged into the hunt for the prisoners and must travel across the cosmos with a band of unlikely heroes. A witch of the winds and another of the stars. A boy who has magic when he shouldn't and another with the sun in his blood. Cage learns that the lines between heroes and villains can blur on their journey to stopping something far more evil than any of them could have ever imagined.

"GOD SAVE ANYONE WHO STANDS IN HER WAY." Even the painters couldn't capture the kind of darkness with which she made an empire bow. • winner of thefaefolk's book of the month • © sianna okaat 2017 • 284 in fantasy • 5 in #tarot •

THE ASSASSINS BLADE WAS CRAFTED FROM THE BONES OF HIS REFLECTION AND SHARPENED ON THE FLAT SPINE OF HIS SHADOW. 2016, revolved © ACTION | 138

"Oh god. We're going to die, aren't we?" He shrugged, as if being chained to a chair with the barrel of a gun aimed at your temple wasn't such a big deal. "Probably. Any regrets?" "Just one." "Oh?" "Yeah, saving this little twerp back in high school. That jerk got me killed." I rolled my eyes, sticking my tongue out at him. You could say that after encountering death many times in the presence of Alastair, I had become quite the expert at it. "Hey!" ♡ full summary inside!! ♡ cover by; @dysanic