MasukWhen Rowena Silverveil faints during her nuptial rite, Lord Darius Varian deems her weak and sells her to pay her father's debts. Shattered by betrayal and severed mate bond, she finds herself in the rugged fortress of the Western Clan, under the icy command of Thane Darkmoor. But as Rowena's touch begins to heal the wounded, and her dreams become evermore vivid, she soon discovers that she is the lost heir of an ancient clan in Eldoria. But certain powers do not want this truth to get out. With each step toward her true power, Rowena must decide either to hide in the shadows forever, or reclaim her birthright and mete vengeance upon those who wronged her, even if it costs her life and the lives of those she loves. The Red Luna rises. Her reckoning begins.
Lihat lebih banyakROWENAWe left Crimonfrost at midmorning.I looked back once, at the top of the ridge, the way I had looked back at Ravenshallow's gate when we departed. The ruins lay in the valley below, quiet and particular in the autumn light, the black stone giving back its iridescence to a sky that had decided, for today, to be clear.I had arrived there a woman who did not know what she was.I was leaving as something else entirely.I turned back to the road and rode on. †††††††††††††††††††The journey back was faster. Four days had become the shape of the terrain in our bodies and we moved through it with the confidence of people who knew where the ground was uncertain and where it held. The wrongness that had followed us through the third day was absent now, the land simply land again, and the horses seemed to feel the difference and moved accordingly.Thane rode beside me.Not at the careful distance of the journey out. Beside me, close enough that conversation r
ROWENAI stepped out of the pool and I looked at him and I knew.Not hoped. Not thought I might be able to. Knew, the way you know things that live in the bone rather than the mind. The power that had filled me in the pool was not the same careful warmth I had worked with for months. It was the full thing, and the full thing could reach what the careful thing could not.I crossed to him."Rowena," he said."Stand still," I said.He stood still.My hands found his chest. The warmth rose immediately, more than I called for, more than I had ever produced, and this time when it reached the empty place where his wolf had been it did not stop.It went in.I felt it working the way I had felt Celdric's wound working, the broken thing recognizing the thing that could mend it and moving toward it. But this was not a wound. This was an absence, and filling an absence was different from closing a wound, slower, more like coaxing than mending, and I held my hands steady and I gave it everything I
ROWENAI went down alone.The others were still sleeping, or close enough to it that the sounds of the camp above were slow and undisturbed, and I moved through them quietly with the necklace in my closed fist and the sword on my back and the specific focus of someone who has been given an answer and is moving toward it before doubt can find the gap between intention and action.The stairway down to the pool was dark. I did not need a torch. The stone gave off enough of its own light that I could see the spiral of the steps below me, faint and silver-edged, and I followed it down. †††††††††††††††††††††††††The chamber was as I had left it, the empty basin at its center, the channels running toward it from every direction in lines so deliberate they looked like script. I crossed to the basin and I knelt at its center on the smooth stone floor and I looked at the necklace one last time.Twenty two years. Carried by my mother from a burning hall to a stranger's door.Kept
ROWENAMy fingers closed around the hilt.The sword did not come free.I had not expected it to be easy. But I had not been prepared for what it did instead, which was to hold perfectly still beneath my grip and fill me with everything I was simultaneously, without order or mercy, the way a flood fills a room. †††††††††††††††††††††††††The dungeon first. The chain on my wrist and the smell of mildew and my father's face telling me I was no longer his daughter. The taste of blood in my mouth and the specific cold of the stone floor and the sound of Darius's laughter echoing after the door closed.The wagon. Shoulder to shoulder with women whose names I barely learned. Mannia gone in the night and the other women's silence and the long terrible days of not enough water and the slavers' jokes carrying back to us on the wind.The arena. The wolf coming at me across the sand and the chain in my hand and the bone I drove into its chest and the girl beneath who bled and
ROWENA We arrived at Ravenshallow at the crack of dawn. The landscape was like nothing I had ever seen before. The atmosphere was shrouded in grey fog, the sun's rays barely pierced through the mist. In the distance stood tall rocky mountains barely visible above the mist, with buildings and struc
ROWENA I hoped that death would take me and I would never wake up to such a wretched world, but alas I did. As the icy wind slapped me across the face, I awoke. My throat was patched with thirst and my lips were dry and cracked. My wrists hurt from the tight rope it was bound with but as I looked
ROWENASomething broke in me that day.When I awoke, I found myself in a dark dungeon. I felt weak and lightheaded. I tried to move but my body ached with each attempt. Soon I realized I had been bound to the wall with a chain on my left wrist. The dungeon was cold and smelled of mildew and dust.
ROWENAMy mother had begun to grow irritated with my fidgeting. My nerves could barely allow me to sit in one place. I was afraid and anxious of what the night had in store for me. Since sunset my mother kept herself busy trying to prepare me for tonight. “Look at this green cloak, my dear,” she ha






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