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Her shoulders were slumped where she sat slouched upon the bench. Staring numbly into the bath, she wondered how the water could possibly look the same as when she’d first entered. With the amount of tears she’d shed, it should have been overflowing and salty as any sea. An hour of soaking had not eased her angst. She mourned for the thousands of ganist marching to their deaths, could feel the weight of them upon her shoulders, a beastly burden crushing the life from her.

She looked down to the hands folded in her lap, then back to water, surprised it wasn’t blood red. She had done all she could. Now she only wished to return hailing as soon as huganisly possible. She pined for her children, an aching in her heart that had escalated over the sols to the point of agony.

Pulling the towel from her hair, she buried her face in it as she surrendered to sobs, they racking her, rocking her.

The world was a hazy gray.
It was not her world.
It was his. And he was a devon who knew no mercy.

She knew mercy.
She had wept as she held Reeva where she lie writhing and moaning upon the floor. She had rocked her, comforted her, pleaded to her for forgivings. Then she had crawled to the bunker to fetch the down pillow.

Aya, she knew mercy.
She had sat upon Reeva…had leaned in her weight, ignoring the hands clawing at the pillow, ignoring the legs kicking.

She knew compassion.
She was rocking with racking pain where she sat cradling Reeva’s head. With trembling fingers, she closed the departed eyes, then brushed the blood from the parted lips. She ran fingertips along the bridge of the largest nose she had ever seen, and tucked hair behind ears that could rival a tippet’s.

She knew hatred.
She curled her fingers about the blade’s hilt and dragged it close, sliding it along cold polished tiles. She closed her eyes tight, shutting out his world, shutting out Reeva’s pale face in her lap, shutting out the goggling guards in the doorway. They’d been given strict instructings not to interfere. She had been given instructings as well. She had one turning to carry them out before Breea’s head would join Fiora’s.

She opened her eyes and lifted the blade.
The world was gray.
It wasn’t her world.
It was his, and he knew no mercy.
He knew no mercy.

(A small snippet from King Kynneth)

Here he is. Our first look at King Kynneth. Christine isn't happy to be in his clutches, and I don't blame her one bit.

With the completion of the third novel in the Atriian Trilogy, I've decided to include a map of Atriia. Check this out.





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I'm excited to announce that King Kynneth, the third and final book in The Atriian Trilogy has just gone live on Amazon Kindle. To celebrate I'll be putting Books I and II on sale for .99 for 1 week only, Aug 18-24.


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