Catherine Doyle

In the kingdom of Fantome, where shade-magic is controlled by rival guilds, Seraphine seeks revenge for her mother's murder while navigating her forbidden attraction to Ransom, heir to the enemy guild, as they become embroiled in a power struggle for control of the city's underworld.

The Dagger and the Flame

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Seraphine was a spitfire. And Ransom wanted to burn. 

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The light crept in through Seraphine's window and danced along the pages of her book, and for a moment, she imagined the curious moon was reading over her shoulder. She turned a page, the words blurring as her eyelids grew heavy. She should be asleep but she couldn't rest at such a crucial point in the story. Even if she had read it eight times already. Even if, at seventeen years old, she was too old for fairy tales.

She hugged the column, the shock on her face quickly blooming into horror. He almost felt sorry for her. But this was war, and she had drawn first blood. He had thirty-six stitches in his side to prove it.

So he dragged a finger across his neck, and mouthed, I'm going to fucking kill you.

He had thought of Mama, sewing her own cuts closed over the sink too many times to count, and in that moment, as he towered over Seraphine Marchant, he didn't feel like a Dagger. He felt like his father.

Shade was the dust that lost golden age had left behind. A volatile substance that bent shadows to the will of man. For those skilled in the art of dark magic and trained by the Orders, Shade could be used to steal. To spy. To kill. To avenge. To survive.

He grinned, sweeping his hair back. The chase was his favorite part of a job. It turned Fantome into his own personal playground, every building a ladder, every shadow a slide.

Ransom stiffened before he could help it. The thought of Seraphine Marchant dead in his arms was a whole new level of horror he couldn’t afford to imagine. Not after tonight. Not after the fountain and what had followed.

and she felt nothing from this statement?!! wdym. 

"How can a person taste like sunshine and feel like the finest silk"? he murmured against her lips.

And so, the Order was returning to work. It was time ror Seraphine to don her cloak and earn her place at House Armand.

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