One year ago, Prince Andrew of Avaloria reclaimed his name. The rebellion's fight toppled Lord Vale's grip on the kingdom, but Avaloria's future is far from secure. War looms on the horizon as Narva and Elmet edge closer to open conflict - and Avaloria is trapped between them. The wrong choice could destroy everything Andrew has fought to protect. In the halls of the palace, the dangers are quieter, but no less deadly. Princess Beatrix of Narva moves with practiced grace, her presence a constant reminder of an old betrothal Andrew never chose. Whispers of a future royal wedding circulate in the court, threatening to undermine every decision. And somewhere beyond the palace walls, is Veronica Neale, though she's never far from Andrew's thoughts. When new enemies emerge and old wounds are reopened, Andrew must confront what it truly means to be king - and how much of himself he's willing to sacrifice to keep Avaloria from shattering. Because in a kingdom built on fragile alliances, even the smallest crack can bring the whole throne down. **BOOK 2 OF THE LEGACY OF AVALORIA TRILOGY**

It's spring 1997, nineteen-year-old Cairo Beauvais is a master of the hustle. Between off-Broadway auditions and slaying creatures that go bump in the Bayou, Cairo's never missed a rent check. But when a job in Baton Rouge turns into a bloodbath, Cairo is tasked to go to Lafayette as a glorified babysitter for a restless sixteen-year-old socialite. At the same time, Roman Delacroix, a nineteen-year-old reanimated corpse, is trying desperately not to exist. Resurrected under circumstances he doesn't fully understand, Roman keeps a low profile by renting a room in a boarding house. He applies for a night watchman job at the Port of New Orleans and attempts to be normal, but all that collapses the night he hears screams coming from the Devereux estate. Against his better judgment, Roman intervenes - drawing Cairo into his orbit and entangling them both in the Devereux family's secrets. Don't get them wrong; the last thing they want is to help people fix their mistakes. But as the house begins to reveal what it was built to contain, exposing the truth may be the only way either of them walks away with their body - and dignity - intact.

Three years ago, Crown Prince Andrew of Avaloria vanished without a trace. One moment, he was the future of the kingdom-the next, a ghost in the wind. Despite endless searches, no one has seen or heard from him since. The royal family remains silent. The people demand answers. Veronica Neale has only known the quiet life behind the walls of St. Augustine's Orphanage. Her days are filled with books, whispered dreams, and the steady presence of her closest friends: Finn Harren and Levi Sinclair. But when Levi begins acting strangely-distant, guarded, like someone carrying a secret-Veronica starts to wonder if she ever really knew him at all. Then everything changes. A single discovery sends Veronica and Levi fleeing into a world of danger and rebellion. They're swept into the heart of a kingdom in turmoil, where a powerful advisor named Lord Vale is quietly tightening his grip on the throne, and the only way to stop him may be to uncover hidden truths. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Veronica must decide who she is, who she can trust... and whether she's truly ready to step into a destiny far greater than she ever imagined. **BOOK 1 OF THE LEGACY OF AVALORIA TRILOGY**

Battery running on empty, and no bars. Barry had to keep going. He had bigger things to worry about. His one love left him, and he no longer could live without her. He needed her, and he knew in his heart, that she needed him too. On foot he wanders the Southern parts of Alberta, Canada. Eventually he comes across something that will help him out on his quest, immensely. He continues on, eventually reaching his destination only to be followed by a pair of crow's. What is the significance of these feathered black avain's. Read on to find out.

I kept every promise I made to Marcus. Including the stupid one. We were seventeen, drunk on stolen wine coolers, when he said: "If we're both single at thirty, we should just date each other." I laughed and clinked my bottle against his. "Sure. Deal." Twelve years later, three weeks before my thirtieth birthday, Marcus calls. There's someone he wants me to meet. Naturally, I did what any rational person would do: got drunk, stumbled into our old neighborhood park, and found a shimmering portal that sent me back to the night we made that pact. I have one shot to fix this. One chance to rewrite our story. I just hope I don't fuck it up.