A.H. Hadley

Once upon a time, I was a typical foster kid—overlooked, bounced around, and just waiting until I was old enough to get out. Some girls in my situation might dream of being a secret fairy princess, but not me. I simply wanted a chance.

Their people have learned what hope tastes like. Humanity has finally recognized them as more than just beasts to be discarded, and they're winning. With millions of grauori pouring down from the mountains, nothing can stand in their way.

Being human, my life at Silver Oaks isn't quite a fairytale. This is a school for fae refugees, and I'm not one. Instead, I'm going to be a knight in shining armor—wielding the one thing none of them want to be around: iron.

She worked for them, bled for them, and nearly died for them humans in the Conglomerate of Free Citizens. For her entire life, they refused to let her forget that she was the inferior species, but things have changed.

With the crown safely on Leyli's head, her problems should've been over. Her country is safe. Her family is together. What more could a new Queen ask for? Unfortunately, spending her mornings purging her stomach isn't it. Evidently, not even the Queen of Norihame is immune to morning...

They called her the Gladiator Queen, the first female heir to the throne of Norihame. Leyli never wanted this. But her cousin's scheming left no other option. He'd killed her brother, trying to claim the throne for himself, and sold her off to be a gladiator, hoping to get rid of her. It didn't...

On the first day, she met her match. Then she killed 16 men. Tossed into the gladiator arena, the delicate girl in the fancy pink dress should have been the first to die. Leyli had other plans. Surviving was at the top of her list. Revenge was a close second. Having grown up behind the...

The leaders of her own country despise her kind. They assume that Salryc Luxx and every iliri crossbred are nothing more than expendable. But, if they can do the job, then the Conglomerate of Free Citizens is happy to use them. They win either way.

The meeting of allied nations should have been something to celebrate. Instead, Sal dreads what will happen when Dominik Jens, the King of Anglia, arrives. If her court martial isn't over, he'll hear every last detail about how she betrayed him.