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Moonlit Cities #3
When on High
War has returned to conquered Ekka. At its heart, a sorcerer promises victory and, at last, freedom from oppression. All he asks in return is a throne.
Hidden in the salt marsh, a banned cult hatches its own plots. Gemeti, daughter of a dying priestess, has few allies. If she is to a win a throne of her own, she will need support from all the wrong people.
Rimush has good reason to distrust Ekka's would-be liberator. His own hands are not so clean. If he is to blunt war's blade, he must journey into the very heart of the invader's empire, and convince the sun not to rise.
Ekka's future hangs in the balance. War has returned.
Hidden in the salt marsh, a banned cult hatches its own plots. Gemeti, daughter of a dying priestess, has few allies. If she is to a win a throne of her own, she will need support from all the wrong people.
Rimush has good reason to distrust Ekka's would-be liberator. His own hands are not so clean. If he is to blunt war's blade, he must journey into the very heart of the invader's empire, and convince the sun not to rise.
Ekka's future hangs in the balance. War has returned.
246 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 4, 2012
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About the author
Marcin Wrona
10 books35 followersI was hooked on phonics even before I caught a glance of the other end of the Berlin Wall.
When my father read to me, I pointed at this combination of letters and that and asked what sound it made, in the hope that I might eliminate the middle-man and read at my own monomaniacal toddler pace.
When my mother took me with her to the store, I would stand ramrod straight, puffed up with the gravitas of three-year-old with something important to say, and would recite to all and sundry the poems that I, armed with my new knowledge of 'rz's and 'ci's, had learned.
I devoted myself to words and their placement in sequence well before I knew that I'd done so, and though there have been times when this love has waned and times when it has waxed, it has never faded. Thank you for allowing me to share it.
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Marcin Wrona is a Polish-born Canadian author, a multiple immigrant, a mustachio-twirling financier, and many other things besides. He lives and works in Toronto.
When my father read to me, I pointed at this combination of letters and that and asked what sound it made, in the hope that I might eliminate the middle-man and read at my own monomaniacal toddler pace.
When my mother took me with her to the store, I would stand ramrod straight, puffed up with the gravitas of three-year-old with something important to say, and would recite to all and sundry the poems that I, armed with my new knowledge of 'rz's and 'ci's, had learned.
I devoted myself to words and their placement in sequence well before I knew that I'd done so, and though there have been times when this love has waned and times when it has waxed, it has never faded. Thank you for allowing me to share it.
~
Marcin Wrona is a Polish-born Canadian author, a multiple immigrant, a mustachio-twirling financier, and many other things besides. He lives and works in Toronto.
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