of The Northern Witches- Memoirs Jadis

Some call me a white witch. Others say that I am a mountain goddess or the lady of the moon. Demon. Saint. Sorceress. Traitor. They forget that I was once called queen long before the Lion breathed life into His precious land. I was the crowned daughter of Charn- until my sister's rebellion turned my throne to dust. Now, stripped of my power and cast into a strange world, I hunt the forbidden magics, bargain with snow and steel, and bend warring tribes to my ways. I will gather the outcast and the feared- and teach them to survive beneath my winter. Let them call me despot. They will not speak of the peace I buy, paid in blood that is not theirs. Let the faithful whisper prophecy, let the Lion sleep. When I rise the world will be clean and still- and mine. This is my story before the wardrobe opened, before your world learned to fear my name. The exile and ascent of a queen remade. Kneel if you would live. Defy me, and learn why winter endures.