Rebel Spring: A Falling Kingdoms Novel
War introduced them jointly. Love will tear them apart.
Auranos has been conquered and the 3 kingdoms—Auranos, Limeros, and Paelsia—are now unwillingly united as one kingdom referred to as Mytica. yet fascinating, risky magic nonetheless beckons, and with it the opportunity to rule not only Mytica, however the global. . . .
- CLEO is now a prisoner in her personal palace, pressured to be an envoy for Mytica because the evil King Gaius lies to her people
- MAGNUS stands to finally inherit the hot state yet remains to be captivated with his emotions for his followed sister, Lucia
- LUCIA is haunted through the lethal end result of her breathtaking exhibit of magic that allowed her father to catch the kingdoms
- JONAS watches on the palace gates, a troop of rebels at the back of him, expecting him to inform them how he plans to overhaul King Gaius
When Gaius proclaims street is to be equipped into the Forbidden Mountains, officially linking all of Mytica jointly, he units off a series of cataclysmic occasions that may endlessly swap the face of this land.
Praise for Falling Kingdoms
“From a gap dripping with blood, magic, and betrayal via complicated interweaving plots detailing treachery, deceit, and forbidden love, this novel . . . will instantly interact readers and maintain them intrigued.”—Booklist
“[It] will intestine you emotionally . . . make you discomfort, cry, and beg for the sequel as you switch the final web page. I completely enjoyed it.”—Julie Kagawa, New York instances bestselling writer of The Iron Queen
“This triple-layered story of bloodshed, heartbreak, and tangled courtroom intrigue kept me turning pages very past due into the night.”—Lesley Livingston, writer of Wondrous unusual and Starling
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physique lay midway around the threshold. Her father’s physique was once in simple terms ten paces away, mendacity in a pool of blood. earlier than she may perhaps totally check in the horror, Gregor stuck up. He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, working past the village limits sooner than shedding her clumsily to the floor. He tossed her bow and a handful of arrows at her. “They’re dead,” she whispered. Her center felt like a stone that had dropped into her abdominal. “I was once gazing and listening as I ran. The king’s guards.
Are amassing any survivors up and they'll lead them to paintings the road.” His voice broke. “I needs to return to aid the others. Go—find the rebels. Do what you could to prevent this from occurring wherever else, Lys. Do me?” She shook her head, her eyes burning from the smoke and from hateful tears. “No, I won’t go away you! You’re all i've got left!” Gregor took her chin sharply in his hand. “Follow me,” he growled, “and I’ll positioned an arrow via your middle myself to avoid wasting you from no matter what.
fragrance of incense and aromatic candles wafted during the air. on the altar, a hearth burned, representing Cleiona’s everlasting fireplace magic. there has been not anything like this in Limeros. The Temple of Valoria was once darkish and utilitarian and constantly stuffed to overflowing with worshippers. This position, though . . . it felt like magic. Aron stuck Magnus’s eye. there has been now a bitter glance at the lord’s face. “I’m so happy for you,” Aron stated, his voice tight. “May you and Princess Cleo have many very good.
Sapphires. She was once the main gorgeous lady he’d ever obvious, with no exception. His final mistress have been a mortal witch. This one was once an immortal goddess. Or as with regards to it as he’d ever recognized. “Beautiful Melenia,” he acknowledged. “I may perhaps wait an eternity to be blessed with only one extra dream approximately you.” It felt unseemly to mislead a near-goddess, yet ladies regularly replied to such silvery phrases. “But this is often greater than only a dream. a lot more.” a grin performed on her lush mouth and his gaze.