The queen’s laughter followed him all the way. To be continued.
The voice from under the hood was strange—neither male nor female, young nor old. It was the voice of someone who had already died once and had not enjoyed the experience enough to want a repeat. Overthrow- The Demon Queen 1
The Heartstone shattered.
And everywhere, the queen’s mark: a spiral of thorns carved into every surface, pulsing with a faint, sickly light. The queen’s laughter followed him all the way
“Then we die,” Kaelen said flatly. “Or worse. You know what she does to those who resist. The ones in the Spire aren’t dead. They’re kept .” pulsing with a faint
“Little mouse. I wondered when you would come.”
But the Heartstone was not.