The Name of the Dark

Spin the sun and weave the light; bring the King from out the night.
Ysabeau understands the brutal laws of the harvest: every grain must be accounted for, every debt paid. When her father boasts of an ancient myth, she is surrendered to a cruel Marshal. Locked in a freezing attic with a hangman's rope at her back, she must prove the lie or watch her father break. In the quiet of her terror, she offers her soul to the shadows.
Dubhdara is the dark that answers.

The Last Fae King and Shield of a crumbling world, he has waited two thousand years for the treason lurking in Ysabeau's veins. As the descendant of the Usurper, her blood is the only mortar that can bind his dying kingdom together. The bargain is simple: her life for her father's.
Dragged to a ruined fortress, Ysabeau is at the mercy of a warlord who intends to use her until she is spent. Yet as a primal bond flares, his favour becomes its own kind of cage. In a court of shifting loyalties, she must navigate a King whose desire is more dangerous than the Void.

The tally is struck. The debt is signed. In Cion, the only thing more lethal than the King's enemies is his love.