
Short Story·Romantasy
How to Feed the Last Dragon
Irene Sabater
The dragon only eats joy; its brooding keeper hasn't felt any in years.
I Married the Cursed Duke
Complete Novella

“He turns to ash everything he touches. She just brushed his fingers, and she's still alive.”
In the frozen north, anything the duke touches without gloves turns to ash. To pay off her ruined mother's debts, Astrid signs a twelve-month marriage of convenience in an unwelcoming castle. But at their first dinner she discovers a secret she can't tell anyone: she is the only person his touch never withers.
“Selling oneself for a year is not dying; it is merely postponing the breath until spring.”
“The hunger in this castle feels altogether too much like military discipline.”
“There is nothing more dangerous for an exile than discovering that someone can touch him without perishing.”
“The silence between two liars is the only contract that is never signed.”
“In sunless noble houses, the larder keys weigh heavier than ducal crowns.”
“There is no mystery more dreaded than one's own salvation once one has resigned oneself to punishment.”
“Laughing at oneself is the first disarmament in a war nobody chose to declare.”
“Human flesh forgets the agony of an old wound far sooner than the first touch that did not burn it.”
“Whoever has dwelt long within ramparts of frost needs no promise of summer; it is enough that someone takes their hand without letting go.”

Short Story·Romantasy
Irene Sabater
The dragon only eats joy; its brooding keeper hasn't felt any in years.

Novella·Romantasy
Yara Rajná
She agreed to fake her love for the court's most feared heir, but the palace frost doesn't burn half as fiercely as his gaze when they are alone.

Short Story·Cozy Fantasy
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