Wings of dusk
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This book is the first of a trilogy called The Shattered Realms.
{When the dragon queen awakens, the light of the Fae dims, and even the strongest wings may not carry them to safety}
In a world where ancient dragons slumber, and Fae guard the fragile peace, the murder of a sacred elder shatters the balance. A young fairy, thrust into a deadly prophecy, must unite unlikely allies to stop the awakening of a monstrous queen. As shadows rise and alliances fracture, she learns that heroism demands the ultimate sacrifice--And the cost may be more than she can bear.
When dusk falls, will the light endure or with the world burn?
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