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SHADOW
QUEEN
A Ravenspire Novel
C. J. R EDW INE
B a l z er + B r ay
A n Im p r i n t of Ha r p er C ol l i n sPu b l i sh e rs
For Mom,
who brought me to the library every week so I could check out yet another book of
Grimm’s fairy tales and who encouraged my wild imagination.
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“Were you seen? ” Gabril asked, his dark skin gilded with the
last rays of the setting sun as he motioned Lorelai and Leo into
the barn. The former guardsman had gray sprinkled throughout
his short black hair now, and tiny lines were etched around his
eyes. He still carried himself like a soldier, but the cost of trying
to keep the queen from discovering that the prince and princess
were still alive showed in the slight stoop of his shoulders and the
worry that filled his eyes when he thought no one was looking.
“No.” Lorelai Diederich, crown princess of Ravenspire and
fugitive at large, hurried into the dim interior. The barn was
tucked away at the edges of an abandoned farm just outside the
mountain village of Felsigen and was so dilapidated, a good stiff
wind might flatten it.
“You’re sure?” Gabril’s voice was urgent as he stepped past the
princess to help her brother, Leo, pull a heavily loaded hay cart
into the barn.
“Please. You’re talking about the Royal Rogues. Nobody sees
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Early the next morning, they headed east toward the small
village of Tranke. The town was built along the road that led
east over the Falkrains and into the neighboring kingdom of
Eldr. With an ogre war raging across Eldr, rumor had it that
Eldrian refugees with pockets full of jewels were moving through
Tranke, desperate to trade for food and drink. Gabril was hop-
ing they might have other items to trade as well—items Lorelai
could use to practice her magic.
The three of them walked in silence. Clouds scudded across
the gray sky, and the crisp, wet bite of an impending snowstorm
chased a shiver down her spine as they climbed the same road
the treasury wagon had followed the day before. Sasha flew in
lazy spirals overhead, her white wings blending in against the
clouds.
Want food? Sasha sent an image of a small rodent scurrying
along the underbrush.
I don’t even know what that is.
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The band played their last song at dawn. Most of the senior
cadets had long since left for the dorms located on the spacious
academy grounds just west of the castle’s bulky stone exterior. Of
Kol’s closest friends, only Jyn and Trugg remained.
Determined to make the most of what would likely be his
last hour of freedom, Kol turned toward his friends, executed a
proper bow, and held out his hand to Jyn.
“May I have this dance?”
“Skies above, I thought you’d never ask.” Trugg thrust his
meaty palm into Kol’s and slammed his shoulder into the prince
in what had to be the worst attempt at a pirouette Kol had ever
seen.
“Not you, you ugly lizard.” Kol shook his hand free and
laughed. “Her.”
Trugg grinned. “I’m a better dancer.”
“Your dancing could take out an entire row of innocent
Eldrian maidens in one fell swoop.” Jyn elbowed her way past
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It took nearly a full day for Kol, Trugg, Jyn, and two members
of the royal council to reach the war front by flying in their
dragon forms. The craggy mountains and lush forests that sur-
rounded Tryllenvreng, the capital of Eldr, slowly gave way to
rivers that cut through the rocky hillside like ribbons. Eldrians
fleeing the southern half of the kingdom for the safety of the
refugee shelters in Tryllenvreng camped along the riverbank in
clumps. Kol’s human heart ached for them as he flew past. He
understood now what it meant to have those you loved ripped
away from you.
The land began to bear battle scars as Kol and his friends
closed in on the war front. The evidence of a recent fight could
be seen in shattered boulders, in trees ripped up at the roots,
and in an entire hillside caved in as if an enormous creature had
ripped the land to pieces.
Tearing his gaze away from the wreckage, Kol signaled the
others to follow him to the highest hilltop in the area. Night was
falling, and soon they’d be able to fly over the armies and assess
the situation undetected.
Kol alighted on the hilltop, shook out his wings, and folded
them back as the others came to rest around him, their talons
digging into the rocky soil. Below him, the Eldrian army was
positioned with the strongest flyers in the center, archer and
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It took Kol, Jyn, and Trugg a little over three days to cross
the border between Eldr and Ravenspire. They’d flown as fast
as possible, stopping only when absolutely necessary. Kol wasn’t
sure how long it would take to fly to the capital, but he knew
that they needed some food and rest before they attempted
it. Spotting a little village on the road that wound down the
Falkrain Mountains on Ravenspire’s side, he signaled his friends
to land in a meadow full of yellow, brittle grass just north of the
village.
His dragon heart beat fiercely in his chest, but he ignored it
and focused on his shift to human form. The spikes that lined
his back receded, his muscles and bones shrank slowly into his
human form, and his scales softened into skin again. Quickly, he
pulled clothes out of his pack and put them on, the grass beneath
him crunching with his every move.
“We need a decent meal and a drink,” he said.
Trugg’s eyes lit up. “A drink! I knew there was a reason I
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Kol and his friends entered the open gate that led into the village
and moved down the main road toward the heart of the town. A
handful of children playing in the dirt near the gate stared at the
Eldrians, their eyes wide, and then took off running toward the
village, yelling something about visitors.
“Their welcoming committee is kind of creepy,” Trugg said
as they passed rows of tiny cottages with thin wisps of smoke
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