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N.J. Cooke Fantasy

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​Rhiannon Deeproot was once a daughter of the sky, a noble of the High Fae with the world at her fingertips. Now, she is a clipped fairy in a cage. With her wings brutally cut and her wand stolen, she has been reduced to a prize in the dark corners of the South. But her Master wants more than just her service; he wants what runs through her veins.
​For a fairy, blood is more than life- it is starlight made liquid, a potent currency that every monster and mercenary in the realm is willing to kill for.
​Fenris is a man of the Northern peaks, a creature of cold ruthlessness and sharp instincts who knows the weight of a heavy soul. When he pulls Rhiannon from the depths of her nightmare, he doesn't find a helpless damsel- he finds a woman forged in a fire the world tried to extinguish. He does what he can to make her healthy. He becomes the shield between her and the hunters who can scent her celestial blood from miles away.
​Together, they must cross the lethal Grey Belt to reclaim what was taken from her. But the path to the High Grove is paved with more than just monsters; it is guarded by the echoes of Rhiannon’s own trauma and the secrets of a lineage that might be darker than she remembers.
​As they face trials that demand blood and absolute trust, Rhiannon must decide: is she returning to the Grove to find the girl she was, or to become the reckoning the Fae never saw coming?
​In a world where her breath is magic and her blood is a target, the greatest battle isn't fought with steel- it’s fought for the right to be whole again.

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​The carriage Sora had brought was a sturdy, unadorned Northern vessel, built for endurance rather than the fragile vanity of the South. It stood waiting in the courtyard, a dark silhouette against the scorched marble of the estate. Sora sat atop the driver’s bench, her eyes scanning the tree line, while Kael stood by the door, his hand resting ……

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