The Obsidian Queen of England: the Malazar Bloodlines, Book 1

I used to think hunger was my only personality trait.I spent my life in the mud and ash of the Shetlands, watching my father’s empire rot while I starved. I thought the crown would be heavy. I thought it would pinch.It doesn’t. It feels like it was always meant to be part of my skull.Now, I am in Mayfair. They call me the Saffron Bride. They see a girl in silk and lace, a prize to be traded between mages and princes. They think they know my family secrets and I’m just another ghost in their halls.They are wrong.I didn’t come to London to be a bride. I came to be an architect of ruin. The Prince thinks he’s playing a game, but he’s forgotten one thing: I am my father’s daughter, and I’ve learned how to skin the sun.The play is over. The war is mine.