Crown of Ruin by Grace Yarrow

About Crown of Ruin by Grace Yarrow

Two centuries have passed since Lenore Ashworth sacrificed herself to strengthen the cursed chains that hold the dragon god imprisoned beneath Eldermere Castle. Her statue weeps marble tears in the shadow rose garden while Thorne Ravenscroft tends her memory with the devotion of the eternally damned.

Until…

Betrayed, humiliated, and burning with fury, Elspeth Hawthorne arrives at Eldermere Castle with nothing left to lose and everything to destroy.

She expects dust and ruin. She finds Eldermere Castle waiting, alive with impossible enchantments. Ghostly hands dress her, the rooms change on a whim, gargoyles sharpen their claws in devotion, and the marble statues in the rose garden weep. Deep beneath the castle, a stone dragon grows warm beneath her touch. His voice finds her in shadows, worship and hunger twined as one. The world warns her to be afraid. The castle adores her rage. And the dragon answers her fury with fire of his own.

The world warns her to be afraid. The castle adores her rage. And when emissaries from distant realms come to claim its power, Elspeth answers with fire, ruin, and the promise of a crown.

Dravik, the Devourer of Stars, primordial dragon of shadow and starlight, should have destroyed worlds. Instead, he offers her a choice.

But crowns forged from the darkness between galaxies cut deep…some curses are meant to be broken. Some monsters are meant to be freed.

Let the old world tremble. The Queen of Infinite Night is coming, and she’s bringing her dragon with her.

Crown of Ruin contains mature content including depictions of graphic violence, and is therefore recommended for readers 17+.

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Author Bio:
Dark Romantasy Author | Lover of Gothic Decay & Forbidden Kisses
Grace Yarrow writes hauntingly romantic tales where love is a blade, shadows whisper secrets, and every crown comes with a curse. When she isn’t wandering mist-shrouded manors in her imagination, she can be found sipping black tea with too much honey, collecting antique keys (just in case one opens a portal), and arguing with her cat about whether haunted libraries need ghosts to be interesting.
Her stories are for those who crave love stories drenched in moonlight and danger—where the monsters are just as likely to steal your heart as your soul.
Currently residing in a creaky old house that may or may not be sentient.