They’ve Taken the wrong Crow…
The bells toll over Whitwick.
The Gate has opened.
The fog fills the streets.
The Fae have come.
The screaming has started.
The Taking has begun.
The Gate closes once again.
They took the last Crow.
Named a Crow, Perdi learns how to survive in a land where she has been marked for death. Now that she is on the run, her enemies realize they’ve Taken the very last Crow.
Excerpt:
I dreamed of darkness, the cabin and its inability to protect us, with walls as broken as I. The howling from the forest had slinked into my dream and haunted me, followed me. Creatures I couldn’t see nipped at my ankles. I dreamed of eating them, of letting my Malice out like twisted black roots and letting her feast on the souls of others. Rather than winding my Malice around their souls and forcing them to feel what I wanted them to feel, I pulled. I yanked with all my might and took away everything that kept their hearts beating—their very will to live—as I drank them down, refilling my cup of magick with their energy. The darkness from the dungeon watched from the shadows I had created with the souls I had taken.
Lanne Garrett 