Ohhhh, please give me more! Incredible story, relatable characters, with an amazing enemies to lovers trope. I can’t wait for the next book!” ★★★★★ Something wailed like a banshee’s scream and a torchbearer’s light in the distance was extinguished. She wants Neverland and she’ll stop at nothing to have it. Including destroying anyone who stands in her way, even her own flesh and blood. Book Details Each male character you either love or hate. The twins I liked. Their curiosity got them in trouble, though. One Lost Boy in this book went a little too far. (No spoiling here) Peter Pan and Vane are ones that you hate at first, especially Vane, until you get to know them more, and I want to know these two more. I love some morally grey male characters, and Nikki St. Crowe wrote these characters well. Maybe too well. I can’t afford to add any more book boyfriends to my list. My husband is getting jealous.

Do any of my family still survive at least?’ Xavir had not thought of his father and sister in years, assuming they felt shame for his being here.

Looks a lot better than it did,’ Xavir interrupted calmly. ‘Don’t be looking for battles over things as trivial as this.’ The old, balding man in front of Landril winced in pain and spat defiantly at the foot of his tormentor.

There were five men in their shared cell, but it was still spacious. Xavir had come to an agreement with one of the guards in exchange for this particular place. I won’t spoil what happens in the series (for the most part), but there are some more changes to the original tale.You don’t believe that. Many in here come from good breeding. A man of your calibre would know that from their accents. And you’re in here as well, are you not?’ Yvindris peered over her shoulder. ‘I hope you remember the formal words,’ she hissed. There was more than a hint of glee in her voice. ‘You have failed twice before. Your reputation as a failure will see you go to a poor clan and the time for allocation is almost upon you. A poor clan is no life for a sister, I can tell you.’ Why did you, spy, come to find me? You only work on others’ behalf, so who sent you?’ Xavir demanded. Hell’s Keep. An apt moniker. More so than its official designation, Citadel Thirty-Six. The grey, high, fortress-like walls were built into the third highest peak of the Silkspire Mountains, two thousand feet up from one of the long-abandoned merchant routes out of the eastern kingdoms. Well away from the home comforts of Stravimon. This was a place to send only the most hardened and dangerous criminals. Those too deadly to imprison in any normal gaol – but too important or useful to have killed. No one had ever escaped. Dimarius shook his head at the tall warrior who was staring in horror and grief at the corpses surrounding them.