Some debts can only be paid in blood. Some loves can only be hidden for so long. And some worlds are built so beautifully corrupt, the only way out is to burn them down.

In Mafia Land, crowns are not inherited, they are taken, traded, and tattooed into the skin of those who survive long enough to wear them. Queens govern through fear. Assassins are forged before they are old enough to grieve. And love, that most reckless of currencies, is the one thing no one survives spending twice.

Leonor has spent her life in service to her uncle, a chancellor whose reach stretches further than his nine-hundred-and-twelve-square-foot exile would suggest. She disappears bodies. She buries emotion. She does not ask questions. Until the name on the death note is his.

But this war has more players than Leonor can see. Juliet and Juliette, heirs to houses that have been at each other's throats for generations, are running out of time, bound by a secret sapphic love that could unravel every alliance Mafia Land has bled to hold together. When their story ends, the power vacuum opens. And Leonor is exactly where she needs to be. Not to fill it. To make sure no one else does either.

Strange, lethal, and entirely its own, with blunder beetles that spin silk for exactly one hour a night and fig bubbles brewed from a mushroom that trades visions for sanity, Juliet + Juliette = Love in Mafia Land is a queer fever dream of loyalty, betrayal, and what it truly means to deal in death when the only person left to protect is yourself.

For readers of The Godfather and Circe.