Deeanna Wolfe

Crown of Shadows

The golden trident pulsed in Valen’s grip, its light slicing through the black waters like fire beneath the sea. He raised it at Nerida, his growl vibrating in the currents until even the fish scattered. In this vast cathedral of water and silence, he had taken everything he thought was denied him — power, fear, a throne. But none of it quieted the old ache in his chest.