Radiance (Wraith Kings Book 1)

eyes to stare down at the royal dressmaker

His skin crawled again at the memory of her words. “Too bad you’re my son. You would have made a magnificent consort.”

His skin crawled again at the memory of her words. “Too bad you’re my son. You would have made a magnificent consort.”

His skin crawled again at the memory of her words. “Too bad you’re my son. You would have made a magnificent consort.”

His skin crawled again at the memory of her words. “Too bad you’re my son. You would have made a magnificent consort.”

“Woman of day,” he said slowly. “You mean everything to me.”

“Woman of day,” he said slowly. “You mean everything to me.”

“Woman of day,” he said slowly. “You mean everything to me.”

His mouth had been split multiple times, and the high bridge of his nose was crooked and swelled to twice its width. His right eye had swollen shut, and where his left eye should have been; only a sunken eyelid over an empty socket remained.

That’s us, you know,” she said.

“What is us?”

“The scarpatine and the potato. Better together than alone. At least I think so.”