Battles Of Salt And Sighs PDF Download

Complex, savage romantic fantasy for Reylos, Darklina shippers, and other readers thrilled by dangerous, complicated men. Two sisters. Two dark fae male captors. This is war, and they are the spoils. Prantia Onivia used to be the pampered daughter of a senator, living in comfort on her family’s villa, waited on hand and foot by fae slaves. Now, she is a prized captive of the slave revolt, thrown to some upstart half-blood fae centurion to be used as he wishes. Now, her father and brothers are dead, her sister captured, her body violated. Now, she belongs to Centurion Larent. It’s cold comfort Larent seems reluctant to use her, that he is concerned primarily with making a show of it to uphold his status in the ranks, or that he negotiates with her for her favors. Being owned is being owned, no matter if the man who owns her is a good man or not. Onivia vows to get free of him, to save her sister Magdalia, whatever the cost. Her sister is Favored, in possession of a rare magic, important in a way that Onivia will never be. Her sister is spoiled and soft. If her sister is being treated the way Onivia is being treated, it will break Magdalia. But Magdalia has been taken north and given to the Croith, the death fae’s Night King. He’s a necromancer who stalks long corridors wearing flowing dark robes, a hard man who can kill with one touch. He has been broken by years as a slave, broken inside in his mind, broken in a way he doesn’t care to fix. And he was once Magdalia’s childhood playmate, the first boy she ever kissed. Painful, passionate dark fae fantasy. Lovers and enemies all at once. Morally gray characters. Vengeance. Love that is more agonizing than hate. Magic. War. Slave revolts. Warnings for explicit content, mature language, and non-consensual sex. Not for the faint of heart.

The capital erupts. Their forces swollen with the raised dead, the fae armies overwhelm the empire’s legions and crush them in one bloody day. In the wake of the battle… Magdalia tries to make her husband Duranth, the Croith, see that their magic has no concern for their people. It only wants blood. Can she hold it back, or will she and her king be swallowed whole in the ecstatic madness of dark power? Naxus Albus, dux bellorum, deserts the legions for the love of a woman he calls Galvia. What he doesn’t know is that she’s a fae spy, and that she was sent by his half brother Larent to destroy him. Olirius Cassus knows the fae woman Isha in his cage is useless to him in the wake of the capital's demise. He should kill her. But it does seem a waste to destroy something so pretty. Prantia Onivia is safe on the other side of the mountains in Emmessia, where she will do anything to protect her unborn child, even court the attention of the Emmessian emperor. Legatus Larent isn’t dead for some reason, even though that’s what he deserves. If he can’t die, he’ll protect his people, even if that means protecting them from their own Night King, who is increasingly erratic and violent. Above all, most importantly, he’ll stay away from Onivia. Forever.