--l When Love Turns To Poison Aggie has a little lifestyle. Small Decatur apartment with her aunt, MARTA bus for one hour, lip scrubs $15 each, packing orders herself, Georgia State exams. No Range Rover. No mansion. Kela has everything. Buckhead princess, $10 million mansion on West Paces Ferry, black Range Rover, $800 white dresses, $300 silk robes, Chanel No.5. They have been sisters since 9th grade at Decatur High. Six years. Until one dinner. Kela brings Aggie to her parents' mansion to meet Keith Anderson — heir of Atlanta, old money, the boy Kela has wanted since sophomore year. But Keith doesn't look at Kela in her most expensive dress. He looks at Aggie in her $40 Zara blue dress and cannot look away. From that night, love turns to poison. Kela starts ghosting. Short texts. No emoji. Then Aggie finds a printed photo on Kela's dresser — Keith and Aggie on the porch, Aggie's face circled aggressively with red pen, paper torn from pressing too hard. "I just want one last sunrise, like old times," Kela cries. "Just us girls. Chattahoochee woods. Outside the city." Aggie trusts her. Sister before any boy. She blocked Keith for her. At 5:03 a.m., Kela picks her up from Decatur. Flat, empty road in Chattahoochee woods. Fog. No network. Kela says, "Stand behind that oak, fifty feet inside. Light is perfect for your lip scrubs." Behind the oak, Kela rips off Aggie's bracelet — thin, faded gold, not real gold, gift from her late father two weeks before he died, last piece of him. Aggie fights. Three scratch lines on Kela's neck. Kela runs back to the Range Rover and places something small where Aggie stood. Then she covers her ears and speeds off, tires screaming deep on flat road. At 6:17 a.m., behind the oak, it explodes. Aggie's phone is destroyed with her in her hand — shattered, melted, burnt black. That is why her mother's eleven calls go to a destroyed tone. Aggie lives. She crawls fifty feet, hides behind the same oak on wet leaves, legs burnt, eight stitches, blue dress torn, whispering her father's bracelet. At 7:02 a.m., Kela is back in Buckhead in the same Range Rover, practicing a scream in the garage for ten minutes before entering her mansion, wearing Aggie's bracelet and drinking tea, saying, "At least now Keith will look at me." But flat road has no edge. No cliff for two miles. Blue fabric caught on a branch two feet from road. Burn mark two feet wide. Tire marks showing fast acceleration. Three scratch lines. Thin faded gold bracelet on Kela's wrist at 7:02 a.m. At 10:31 a.m., Keith finds Aggie alive behind the oak. At 11:30 a.m., police handcuff Kela in her $10 million living room in her white silk dress. Fulton County Jail, Cell 14, orange jumpsuit. When love turns to poison, sisterhood becomes evidence. Can Aggie survive her best friend?

For 18 years, Eliana of Ashen thought she was cursed. In Ashen village, every girl gets her wings at sixteen. Silver for nobles, white for merchants, grey for barn-born. Eliana got nothing. Flat back. Whispers. Market women calling her cursed, weirdo, barn girl. Until her 18th birthday ceremony goes wrong. When the Elder places ash on her head, her spine doesn't just ache — it explodes. Dragon wings tear through her dress. Black, scaled, too huge for her small body, raining glowing embers that turn mud to black glass. And the sky answers. Hundreds of Cinder dragons descend, burning Ashen to smoke to find her. Led by a man in black armor with white hair and molten gold eyes — Prince Aiden of Cinder, son of the Flame King. He says they've been looking for her for 18 years. She is the last seed of the emberborn, a race thought extinct. Her fire is white and blue, not red. Her mother — who had no wings — was emberborn too, who cut her own wings to hide among humans to save her. Taken to the Cinder Palace, a mountain that breathes lava, Eliana is hidden under Aiden's cloak. But her embers betray her. And Princess Mayra of Silver Moon — Aiden's betrothed since they were six, perfect silver wings, ice where Eliana brings fire — wants her dead. When Eliana looks the Flame King in the eyes, her embers rise on their own. The King decrees: Trial of Fire in three days. If she survives, she lives as Cinder. If she burns, she dies as human. But on the landing circle, her fire entered Aiden's. Flame seal — a myth that hasn't happened in centuries. A bond that says an emberborn bonded to royal blood cannot be killed before trial. Now locked in an ember cell that glows red hot, bleeding from her first flight, with Mayra's ice creeping under the door and a grey-wing barn-born girl as her only friend, Eliana has three days to learn how to call a fire she never knew she had. Aiden promised: "You will not burn. I will not let you." But the mountain is hungry. And Mayra will do anything to make sure the wingless girl burns. WINGS OF EMBERS — She was never cursed. She was a dragon.