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The first few pictures were of the first king of the seven kingdoms. "I found it; I found it; yes, I did," I said, looking at Luke with tears in my eyes. "What did you find this time around? Haven't you caused much damage to either of us already? My head hurts from the impact," he said, referring to the falling books. "I found the history books of the seven kingdoms; now I can finally have my revenge," I said as I opened the book back and stated off with the memory still fresh in my head. The faces which I know when I see them.

He had clearly felt the disturbance in the energy too. "I told you, the Blight is spreading!" I yelled in despair. "Sienna! Horton!" Chloe ran in, clutching her dress, the 'Heart of the Land' necklace glowing with an eerie light against her chest. "I... I came to pray, but the altar started shaking, I was so scared—" Before she could finish, the entire cave began to tremble violently. Rocks rained down from the ceiling. "The cave is collapsing!" Horton roared. "Get out!"

I found myself standing there, frozen a moment longer than I intended, my eyes glued to the little rack by the register. The keychain hung there, seemingly innocent, catching the fluorescent lights just right—the tiny silver sword along with the intricately painted dragon that curled around it, a perfect replica of the one wielded by Kaelen Stormblade in the Chronicles of the Ashen Throne series I couldn’t stop reading when I was younger. I’d been wanting something like that for ages, ever since the third book tore my heart apart in the best way possible. It was kind of ridiculous how much a simple piece of metal and enamel could send a thrill of excitement rippling through me.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. If I Can’t Have You (The Thorntons Book 2) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. 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

I was going to rise up and reclaim my life despite everything I had gone through. I turned to leave, but the guards stopped me. “We're not done here.” Caelum's cold voice tore through the room. “There is something else.” The crowd stilled. “We are Ironblood, and Ironblood pay their debts,” he declared. The crowd shouted, “YES!” He nodded his head in satisfaction. “The people of Ironblood have owed a war debt to the lycan kingdom, and today, the lycan king had requested his payment or there would be war!”

I gasped as I looked back up at Xipher, and he smiled and softly nodded his head. “A storm is coming.” He said in a voice that sent dreaded shivers through my body as I turned, looking out over the glowing land. To Be Continued in BOOK THREE “GUARDIANS KINGDOMS”

Her hair dangled, but was too drained to even move a finger. "Give me the book," Olga demanded. Her voice echoed, like a strong wind going with a storm. Mherkealla smirked. "I swear to protect this book with my life, Olga. If I die, I'll take it with me," Mherkealla said, hoarsely. Her consciousness was slowly fading. Another drop of blood. Olga traced Mherkealla's being and a sly smile formed from her lips. She found the bravery an obtuse act. If only Mherkealla could understand better, things wouldn't have come to this.

And if, it was any other God, they would take it for treason which it is, but as it is, my flawed nature allows me to joke even at wrong moments, which baffles me, because at this point, anyone could have killed king Orrin. And all that we know, we can't do anything about it yet, until the end of the competition of Gods, to attain a new king to the throne. Such a competition that hasn't been held in the last thousand years. And such a competition which will begin from the 3rd day after king Orrin 's ceremonial burial. "Alec," My head snaps away from my journal to the voice calling my name. Odell stands at the open door, with two hands into the white suit trouser he is wearing.

'Once you fall down there, your physical body, soul and mana energy will fall apart due to the nature of the barrier set in there. '. . the mana flowing in you will be attracted to the closest compatible vessel. . .' Is it going to happen anytime now? Oh yes, he is going to be a significant part of the second destruction of the Kingdom, what an honour. "Thea. . Johann. . " he whispered to himself, facing up from where he believes he fell from. 'I guess this marks the end of it. . .' Having no other choice but to surrender himself, he inhaled the heavy air he grasps, and closed his eyes.

Asher said as he echoed her posture. "I agree with Kiema and Asher. However, we still need to know what the book says. We also need to know if Iron Serpent knows the information inside it or if they are running their own long game," Taryk said. "IS is literally on our doorstep. If what's in the book is some type of prophecy, I think it can wait a few more days while we sort out the mess in our backyard." Kiema melted into the chair, took a deep breath. "Sorry, everybody."