Gina Chen

A darkly enchanting fantasy debut about a morally gray witch, a cursed prince, and a prophecy that ignites their fate-twisted destinies—perfect for fans of The Cruel Prince and Serpent & Dove.

Violet is a prophet and a liar, influencing the royal court with her cleverly phrased—and not always true—divinations. Honesty is for suckers, like the oh-so-not charming Prince Cyrus, who plans to strip Violet of her official role once he’s crowned at the end of the summer—unless Violet does something about it.
 
But when the king asks her to falsely prophesy Cyrus's love story for an upcoming ball, Violet awakens a dreaded curse, one that will end in either damnation or salvation for the kingdom—all depending on the prince’s choice of future bride. Violet faces her own choice: Seize an opportunity to gain control of her own destiny, no matter the cost, or give in to the ill-fated attraction that’s growing between her and Cyrus.
 
Violet’s wits may protect her in the cutthroat court, but they can't change her fate. And as the boundary between hatred and love grows ever thinner with the prince, Violet must untangle a wicked web of deceit in order to save herself and the kingdom—or doom them all.

Violet Made of Thorns

Minnie Mazuera

When truth is relative, you make yourself the axis.

Courtney Passio

I’d like to fill up a plate with food and leave. 

I’m just having the best time picturing this scene!! 🤣

The first thing I hear is Lord Ignacio calling Lord Oronnel “boil-brained” and, in retaliation, Oronnel calling Ignacio’s dyed wig an “aborted squirrel. 

fc ♡

"Perhaps if you were a more accurate Seer, I wouldn’t question it,” Cyrus presses on amid the titters; our public scuffles are an all-too-familiar sight. “Can you even say where my so-called journey ends?”

 “Not up your own ass, so maybe you should pull your head out.”

 Laughter bubbles through the crowd—Camilla practically guffaws—as color splotches Cyrus’s face.

I mock a curtsy. “Earn my respect and I’ll treat you with respect.”

Cyrus snaps out of it and tries to climb in. I’m on my feet in a blink, blocking his way with my whole body. 

 I nearly yank the door closed onto his fingers, but he wedges it open. “You’re always right, I’m always wrong, now and forever—”

 It’s the panic, not his words, that convinces me.

The carriage jerks into motion and my head hits the ceiling. The door slams shut and I tumble into Cyrus in a mess of elbows, nearly toppling both of us onto the floor.

 He catches me around the waist before we do.

 My vision steadies and I’m dimly aware of the sweat dampening my side and the fact that I’m crushed into his bare chest. 

“Well, congratulations, Princey, you can’t even control your own admirers!” 

Cyrus glares at me and I offer him only a tiny, bitter smile back. “You can let go now, by the way.”

 It takes a second for him to register that I am in his lap and that his arm is pinned around my middle. He was red from running, but his flush deepens into a scarlet just before he drops me on the carriage floor

"What are you so afraid of when it comes to me?” 

A blink and measured breath later, the expression is gone. “You’re imagining things,” he says, stepping away

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