The Fifth Nicnevin

My new home is in danger and I still have so much to learn. I should be grateful that I’ve finally found all five members of my Guard, but one of them is on the wrong side of the war tearing Faerie apart. After diving in front of a killing blow intended for my brother, I’m reborn far from the safety of my palace walls. Exhausted and out of options, my only choice is to flee.

I escaped from Fellgotha by the skin of my teeth, and now Elatha will do anything to get me back. My only hope lies in the pilgrimage; an ancient journey taken by Nicnevins to demand the allegiance of the minor royals. But no one expected my own body to betray me. My fever is coming, and I crave my mates to the point of distraction. On top of that, their protective instincts are running riot. With all of us preoccupied, we might just end up handing our enemies the opportunity they need to bring about our downfall.

Earning the allegiance of the seelie royals was meant to be the easy part of my pilgrimage. Instead, the Spring Queen broke my Guard with her petty games, and then the Summer King imprisoned them. He tried to murder me, and would have succeeded… if not for Bram. Now wounded, and with nowhere else to turn, I have to put my trust in the one male who’s more dangerous to me than any other—Caed. I’ll do anything to rescue my Guard, even if it means risking their anger and giving him another chance.

Elfhame has fallen. Elatha’s warriors run rampant across my city, looting and burning everything in their path. The throne of Faerie is mine by right, but the Fomorian King now reigns amidst the blood, death and chaos. Only a Nicnevin with a fully united Guard stands a chance at reclaiming what’s been stolen. A high queen with all four courts sworn to her is our last hope for restoring peace. I am neither of those things. And yet, I cannot fail.