Serpent Throne

Serpent Throne

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Maeve is queen-no, was queen-of the viper shifters. *** Twenty-three year old Maeve Silverbone is the next royal in line for the serpent throne. She's relentless, a perfect tracker, and one of the top warriors in her division; essential qualities to be queen of a race where there are only kings. But three hours after her coronation, she's exiled for something she didn't do and proclaimed a disgrace of royal blood. It shouldn't come as a surprise since she's a ruler of snakes, however, Maeve isn't one to accept defeat so simply. Trapped in a game of politics and war, Maeve must realize that there's more to this intricate web that meets the eye, and she must save her people from a growing danger before it's too late. *** Has graphic violence scenes and creative cursing :) Excerpt and a lot of other details inside ʕっ‒α΄₯‒ʔっ Cover made through frustration and artistic block by your's truly β€’ - β€’ Enjoy!!
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