In any case, her fight was not over yet--not nearly over. It had only begun. And yes, Cleo would be strong. Just as her father and Emilia had asked her to be. 
 She would be strong. 
 She would reclaim her rightful throne. 
 She would be queen. 
 Awesome. Totally awesome. Like nothing I have ever read before. The pace was awesome, the narration excellent. It was wonderful. Totally awesome. The twists and turns the narration took, they were awesome. The turning the three point of views gave--they just left me gaping in shock. 
 "My grandmother's taken in a couple of strays for the night. Had to suffer through her stories again. Immediately thought of you when they were introduced to me. The girl's name is Cleo--just like that hateful princess. I've never known anyone else with that name." 
 Jonas stared with shock at the girl seated next to him at the small wooden table in a darkened corner of the tavern. He'd never heard of anyone else with that name either. "What did she look like?" 
 "Looked like a princess, if you ask me. Blue eyes. Fair hair. Around my age. Pretty thing, I suppose." Sera twisted a piece of dark brown hair between her fingers. 
 Wonderful! It was so unexpected I was just like, gaping with my mouth hanging wide open. The turns were like--I don't even know how to describe them, for heaven's sake! And the idea was also good, and original, though quite common. The first twist was the most shocking--you imagine something else entirely from the synopsis and bam! All brought together--in another way entirely. Wonderful. The narration was wonderfully smooth, the way Morgan switched from one person to the other in that smooth way, I envy her. 
 And she did her job well. That thing all authors have to do, the thing they have, of people relating to the characters, wonderfully done. I mean, I didn't relate, thank goodness for that, but she had that way of captivating me, and it was actually like I was the character and could feel what they felt. Wow, Morgan, wow. I loved your book. 
 And then there were her characters. I loved each of them, especially Magnus and Jonas. They were original and three dimensional, and all through the book I felt each of their emotions, so, so well. That moment when Magnus killed for the first time, his shock after it, and then the higher shock when he found Lucia didn't feel the way he felt... and then there's Jonas!! Wow, I totally loved him! He was such a perfect character. His despair at Tomas' death, it was so palpable, and then his emotions when he caught Cleo. 
 Princesses, in Jonas's opinion, should be meek, polite, and easy to manage. So far, Princess Cleiona Bellos had been none of the above. Even the chief's daughter Laelia, who spent much of her time either dancing erotically or playing with her snakes, was the more sweet and gentle by far. 
 This girl was a snake. And he wouldn't underestimate her again. 
 My gosh. I laughed so much I nearly fell off my chair. He was so comical, yet so dark, so unpredictable... He was the perfect blend of emotions. Grief, and hatred when he found her, and then his shock when he realised that she maybe she wasn't really the monster he thought her to be. His was perhaps the most original character out of the main four, his emotions the ones I could feel the strongest. I love him. He's added to my list of book crushes. I felt his feelings most of all, after Cleo. 
 Cleo! That girl! That kickass, rebellious, wonderful girl! I loved her. I loved her so much. Wow. She was absolutely wonderful. She was... wow. I can't find enough words to accurately describe her character. 
 She would be strong. She would be Queen. 
 And I know, with all my heart and soul, that she will be the strongest they will ever see, shaped with grief, matured by pain, burning with the fire inside her heart. Cleo will rule. And she will be the best ruler ever seen. 
 I loved this book. Looking forward desperately to the next one. This is a must read for everyone. Read it. I'm sure you won't regret it. Excuse me now while I go to reread Ice Kissed. I'll sign off with a smattering of applause for Morgan Rhobes. Well done, Morgan, well done. I salute you. 
 Jonas ignored his frustration and held out his hand to her. "Give that dagger to me before you cut yourself." 
 She jabbed the weapon in his direction. "I'm not planning to cut myself. But I'm planning to cut you if you come any closer." 
 The girl's tongue was a thousand times more dangerous than any weapon in her possession. He'd be surprised if she'd ever held one before. Still, he watched her carefully. As much as he despised her, the view was quite lovely.