The Wolf and the Crown of Blood

You either bury your pride, or you die choking on it.

Bryony Devaliant was born to die... and to die again and again. Such is her fate as Devaliant...After all, Royal blood such as hers sates the gods...keeps the peace...

Until the commoners begin to rebel. They hold her in their eyes with reverence, while tithes have begun to be tossed to the side... the whispers of a rebellion to begin...

The God-King sends his most steadfast to strike the rebellion down... his Wolf... otherwise known as Evander...

An immortal assassin who has more than mastered the art of killing... until he meets Byrony... and a forbidden connection blossoms between god and mortal...

Utterly sinful, The Wolf and the Crown of Blood borders on dark romance with its twisted trigger warnings, carnal desire and forbidden love...weaved with Elizabeth May's skillful hands into a tale that flicks between brutality and deep, heartbreakingly tender and gentle moments.... Elizabeth has not only done this, but created a savage world of divine beauty, of magic, of mythology... where nothing is earned without the proper price... and that price is blood.

With every word, and every page, May builds this world with more and more complexity, and allows us to explore love, power and the price of surviving in a world where cruelty reigns supreme. Her writing is cinematic, and darkly haunting...and a wickedly delicious way to retell Beauty and the Beast and Eros and Psyche...

I fear I have quite the hangover now from devouring this book in a little under two days... and I must say... I am quite ready to be wrapped up in the dark wings of the next book to come...