A Court of Mist and Fury

Behind him, already atop his dapple-gray horse, along with three other Fae lord-sentries, Lucien silently shook his head in warning, his metal eye narrowing. She was the heart of her people, ordained by the Hand of the Goddess to lead them from despair and darkness. And yet he lied to her face, and defied her when she gave the order to turn him into a living ghost. Beneath Mor’s own hands, Azriel’s bleeding at last eased.