LOGINThe temperature inside the granite chapel plunged below freezing in an instant. Frost crept across the stone altar, turning the water in the holy spring basin to a thin sheet of ice. Lord Vane the Undying took a slow step into the sanctuary, his heavy iron boots crushing the splintered remnants of the oak doors."Behind me! All of you, get behind me!" High Chieftain Bryn yelled, stepping to the front with her massive battleaxe raised high.Lord Marcus drew his broadsword, stepping beside Bryn, his face set like concrete. "You will not touch the royal family, monster! Not while a single northern soldier still draws breath!"Vane didn't even slow his pace. He raised his pale, rotting hand, sweeping it through the icy air. A wave of dark, swirling shadow-mist blasted out from his fingers, slamming straight into Marcus and Bryn! The force of the dark magic lifted both seasoned warriors off their feet and threw them violently across the chapel floor. They crashed hard against the stone wal
The howling wind off the river whipped dark smoke across the gravel sandbar. High Chieftain Bryn drew her heavy two-handed battleaxe with a sharp iron scrape, stepping directly between the cliff edge and Amelia, who was kneeling on the cold pebbles with Alexander’s blood-soaked form cradled in her lap."Form a wall!" Bryn roared to her six mountain warriors. "Protect the Queen and the King! Hold the perimeter with your lives!"The mountain warriors locked their iron shields together, forming a tight circle around Amelia and Alexander. Their short spears bristled outward into the darkness, where hundreds of pairs of crimson eyes burned beneath the low pine branches.High above them on the granite cliff, Lord Vane the Undying stood like a statue of ancient iron. His shadowy wings beat slowly against the moonlight, sending ripples of icy dark mist rolling down the rock face. He didn't speak. He simply pointed his glowing red blade downward toward the sandbar.With a chorus of wet, snarli
Amelia stood frozen on the slick stone ledge, her back pressed against the damp granite wall. Ten feet of churning, pitch-black water roared between her and the far side of the chasm, where Lady Clara held baby Arthur close to her chest, sobbing alongside a frantic Sophia.Behind Amelia, Lord Vance stepped into the dim torchlight. Rainwater and fresh blood dripped from his black cloak onto the cold floorboards. His dark eyes glinted with cold satisfaction as he pointed his red-stained sword directly at her heart. Two heavily armored guards flanked him, their steel boots thudding against the stone."Your little rebellion ends right here, Amelia," Vance said, his voice smooth and cold as ice. "No royal husband to protect you. No loyal guards. Just a peasant girl out of her depth.""I am the Queen," Amelia spat back, her knuckles white around the handle of her iron dagger. She didn't let her hands shake. She forced her voice to stay steady, though her heart pounded like a war drum agains
"ALEXANDER!"Amelia’s desperate scream tore through her throat, echoing uselessly against the cold, solid wall of fallen stone. Dust filled her lungs, making her cough violently as she threw herself against the heavy granite boulders. She clawed at the sharp edges of the rubble until her fingernails cracked and bled, but the collapse was absolute. Tons of solid mountain rock blocked the cellar entrance.On the other side, the muffled sound of splintering wood and clashing steel echoed faintly through tiny cracks in the stone."Amelia, stop! You're going to hurt yourself!" Sophia cried out, grabbing her sister's wrist and pulling her back from the shifting pile."No! He's trapped in there! Vance will kill him!" Amelia sobbed, fighting wildly against Sophia's grip. Her vision blurred with burning tears, her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I can't leave him, Sophia! I can't!"Torin stepped forward, his face pale beneath a layer of black soot and sweat. He grabbed Amelia firmly b
The metallic stench of blood and burning timber choked the stone corridors of the keep. The thunderous clashing of steel against steel echoed up the stairwell as Alexander and Lord Marcus held the threshold against Vance’s heavy infantry."Amelia, move! They’re breaching the inner arch!" Lady Clara yelled, clutching baby Arthur tightly against her chest with one hand while using her other to support a shivering, weak Sophia.Amelia didn't look back. She sprinted down the narrow, torch-lit corridor, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She reached the end of the hallway where a heavy iron door sat flush against the rough granite wall. Grabbing the heavy iron ring, she threw her entire weight against it. The rusted hinges groaned, pulling open to reveal a steep, dark flight of stone steps winding down into the foundations of the mountain fortress."In! Everyone, get inside!" Amelia ordered, taking Arthur gently from Clara's arms so the older woman could help Sophia
Amelia gasped for air, her hands flying to her throat as Sophia’s icy fingers clamped down like iron bands. The pitch-black eyes staring back at her held no trace of her gentle little sister–only a cold, hollow void filled with dark magic."Sophia... stop!" Amelia choked out, her vision dimming at the edges. "It's me... Amelia!""Get off her!" Alexander roared, abandoning his wooden cane.He lunged forward, grabbing Sophia’s wrist with both hands. Even in his weakened state, Alexander threw his weight into the movement, tearing the possessed girl's grip away from Amelia’s windpipe. Amelia tumbled onto the stone floor, coughing violently as cold air rushed back into her burning lungs."Torin! Hold her legs!" Lord Marcus barked, slamming his heavy body against the side of the bed to pin Sophia’s thrashing shoulders.Torin rushed in, grabbing Sophia’s ankles just as her boots kicked out with terrifying strength, splintering the wooden bedpost. The slender girl fought with the power of fi







