Carissa Broadbent

Human or vampire, the rules of survival are the same: never trust, never yield, and always – always – guard your heart.

The adopted human daughter of the Nightborn vampire king, Oraya carved her place in a world designed to kill her. Her only chance to become something more than prey is entering the Kejari: a legendary tournament held by the goddess of death herself.

But winning won’t be easy amongst the most vicious warriors from all three vampire houses. To survive, Oraya is forced to make an alliance with a mysterious rival.

Everything about Raihn is dangerous. He is a ruthless vampire, an efficient killer, an enemy to her father’s crown… and her greatest competition. Yet, what terrifies Oraya most of all is that she finds herself oddly drawn to him.

But there’s no room for compassion in the Kejari. War for the House of Night brews, shattering everything that Oraya thought she knew about her home. And Raihn may understand her more than anyone – but their blossoming attraction could be her downfall, in a kingdom where nothing is more deadly than love.

The Serpent and the Wings of Night is the first book in a new series of heart-wrenching romance, dark magic, and bloodthirsty intrigue, perfect for fans of From Blood and Ash and A Court of Thorns and Roses.

The Serpent and the Wings of Night

Stephanie 

Death isn’t frightening when weighed against an insignificant existence.

Syrina

Understanding each other and ones mutual appreciation without words is so so precious. 

It wasn’t what she wanted to say, and I knew it. But Ilana and I had that sort of relationship. All the raw honesty, all the unpleasant tenderness, hid in the things we didn’t say.

“The others will underestimate you,” he went on. “Use that. It’s a powerful weapon.”

Sadness was a futile, weak emotion. At least anger was useful—a sharp edge to cut another’s heart, or a hard shell to protect your own.

This was the moment the FMC won me over. I love it when strong sassy women still show some realness being clumsy and relatable. 

I’d found my blade. By the sharp end. Fucking idiot.

I’m utterly dumbfounded by the way this book only needed the prologue to have me in a chokehold already. I don’t even like prologues.

In all seriousness, though, and at the risk I end up not liking it, if the writing style is kept up like this? Holy, that might end up being a new fave. Please, don’t let me down, pleeeeease.

Leonie

Hundreds of years later, historians and scholars would look back upon this moment. This decision that, one day, would topple an empire. What a strange choice, they would whisper. Why would he do this? Why, indeed. After all, vampires know better than anyone how important it is to protect their hearts. And love, understand, is sharper than any stake.

“How?” I choked out. “I have my ways.” I could hear the smirk in Raihn’s voice. “Very dangerous, very clever, very impressive ways.”

“Maybe I will. Maybe it’ll be more satisfying this time.” 

I cocked my head, frowned. “Do women say that to you often?”

“Maybe our skin doesn’t scar the same as yours, but our hearts do. Sometimes they never heal.”

He scoffed. “Glad you have such high standards.”

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