by Liana Brooks (Author)

In retrospect, telling the prince that death surpasses marriage to him? Maybe a trifle theatrical...

Now she stands at the edge of an ocean-side cliff in boggy, new-spring mud and a crown of ivy, hoping she can make the prince see reason.

He says her magic can win him the war. She insists she has none.

One of them is lying.

A twisty riff on classic fairy tales about taking your future into your own hands. Don't miss the wedding of the season!

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