"Words made me. They shifted over me from the moment I took breath; little black lines etched into my body as I wriggled and screamed. And learned their meanings. Duty. Honor. Fate."
There were eight of them. Eight from the hundreds of thousands who once lived in the prosperous and happy kingdom of Winter. And now, since the last 16 years, they have been fighting to win back the only place they can and will call home.
Aerin is a lonely orphan girl living among the eight out of twenty five who initially escaped, even though she has no memories of Winter of her own. She's a nobody, a girl gifhting for a world she's never seen. The boy she loves, however, isn't a nobody. He's the future King of WInter. Winter's last surviving hope of their magical bloodline.
But Aerin was never destined to be a nobody. As the life she has always known fades into something different altogether, as new alliances are formed against the old enemy, leaving her questioning how useful she really is, as wars are fought, transporting her to even more dangerous places, all that she ever knew, about herself, about Winter, about family, love, Lucien and magic, is all about to change...
TRIGGER WARNINGS: I focus on the plot but there will be some vivid blood/gore depictions and violence. There will also be some dark themes at play.
The Fae have always loved their games... and we were nothing but their pawns.
The Aedan Faeries had been gifted with the elemental magic of fire by the Elder Tree but when the last Aedan King died with no clear heir, their magic had started to die. By the wisdom of the Elder Tree, the one who endures its three trials will emerge the new Aedan King
Ash hardly cared. Humans were just a blip of existence to the Fae's and it showed in the way that her kind was treated. Fearing for her life (and her mind) every day, privy to the horrors that they all endured, she just hoped that whenever the next Aedan King was coronated, it was long after she was dead...
... and not a moment too soon when she's picked by the Elder Tree to undergo its three trials, an unwelcome addition to the six who'd already been chosen to compete. Maybe this was better - at least her death will be swift, a victory in and of itself.