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It was tucked away in a corner, hidden behind a pile of dusty tomes. Curiosity getting the best of me, I pulled the book out and opened it to a page that caught my eye. The text was written in a language that I didn't recognize, but as I continued to read, I realized that it was a prophecy about a great war between the forces of light and darkness. Lost in thought, I jumped when I heard a voice behind me. "That book is not meant for your eyes, Alpha Augustra." I turned to see the head librarian, an old man named Gideon, looking at me sternly. "Why not?" I asked.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Published 2020. First edition published 2016 under the title Desire Me Dearly (Heron’s Landing Book 3). Second edition 2020.

“A few years ago, I guess. She escaped from Bloody Rose in the outlands at the time and bumped into your people. However, they abandoned her because she was a member of Bloody Rose. Afterward, she got captured again.” Adrian did not comment further. It would have been impossible for Wyvern Peak to save Eira at the time because they would be breaking Wyvern Peak’s rules and regulations. All this was understandable. “Okay, tell me about why you showed up at St. Elmer’s Church. Why were you trying to acquire the book and what’s your purpose? Who ordered you to do it?” Adrian diverted to the main subject after the small talks. “It was Eternity.” “Who or what is Eternity?” Adrian asked.

“Just because you can move around like a gnat on crack doesn’t mean you should.” I get stuck in with the ancient text while my bride goes on the hunt for more books. She returns much sooner than I anticipated, carrying a twentieth century encyclopedia. “Look,” she says and opens the book in front of me. “This is Baron.” I glance at the photograph of the broken bronze face. “That’s Sargon of Akkad,” I say. “No. It’s Baron.”

I sat the orange book down thinking about going on a search of my own to see if this place was holding back on me when my eyes caught the giant red book in the middle of the table I didn't even hear it land on the table. This red book just like the others didn't have any markings on the cover. It was covered in thick red scales that had a faint smudge of black on the tips of each as I ran my hand over the scales my hand began to tingle. I stood up watching as if my hand was the match that set off the sparks around all the letters that appeared writing like magic in large bright glittering gold calligraphy "Pendragon" I had to stand to even open the large cover of the book when I opened it mo

Soren replied quietly and he added something else but it was too low for me to hear him so I quickly ran after the Nisse who was a little far from me and was waiting patiently. I tried to shut out the conversation I just heard that was clearly about me and not meant for my ears but I couldn’t. Sorens liked me and I didn’t like him that way. I was going to hurt his feelings and maybe lose one of my only friends here. ******** “My queen, is there something I did wrong?” Sorens asked me as I peered into the scrolls in front of me covered with dust, they were written on with a foreign language but that was not the problem I was having, the problem I was having was that most of the words were was

Before they knew it, they were all sucked inside the book, screaming. They fell in a heap like the first time they arrived in Ancient Egypt. It was as though they were thrown there. Only that, Mazoi was now included in this journey with them. They groaned as their bodies hit the hard floor, making them feel the pain for a little while before they could move to stand up. “I wish I could just stand up next time and not fall hard face down the floor,” Eric complained and groaned again. “Right. Do something next time, Elise,” Diana suggested to her.

Nothing gave away the identity. My fingers hovered over the spine, then unsuccessfully I tried to read it but I could read one word. ‘Rogue’ My hand froze. Rogues? The memory of those rogues in the ruins flashed in my mind. Was this book about rogues? Who were they? Why were they… Then suddenly a voice came like smoke against my ear. “You like touching things that don’t belong to you?” I gasped, spine stiffening, heart leaping into my throat. His scent hit me first—stormy, rich, dangerous.

The Eleven Sovereigns were no longer queens of the deep; they were Daughters of the Sun, their hair flowing like liquid gold in the amber heat. Eryx stood beside me, his coral-iron armor settling into a beautiful, jagged Lament-Steel-Gold. He was no longer a monster seeking redemption; he was a King who had already won. He pulled me into a kiss that tasted of the beginning, the end, and the One-Hundred-and-Third Morning. "The South is ours, Darlene," Eryx whispered, his crimson eyes filled with a terrifying, absolute peace. "No," I said, looking toward the ceiling of the amber cathedral, which was now opening to reveal a sky of Deep, Pulsing Violet-Gold.

Her fury is absolute and she looks capable of mass murder in that moment. Between them is a broken mirror. Erik can be seen in the reflection, although he’s not there in person. Then the image shatters. I fall back, the breath knocked from my lungs. The coin skips across the shallows and sinks below the surface. I try and reach for it, but no matter how hard I search, it’s gone. I’m still shaking when I open Erik’s book and find the sketch again. A rune sequence he scribbled in frustration weeks ago. Not Norse. Not quite. It’s a blend. Old tongues twisted into something new.