The Gray Wolf Throne (A Seven Realms Novel)
Cinda Williams Chima
Han Alister suggestion he had already misplaced all people he enjoyed. but if he unearths his pal Rebecca Morley close to demise within the Spirit Mountains, Han is familiar with that not anything issues greater than saving her. the prices of his efforts are steep, yet not anything can organize him for what he quickly discovers: the attractive, mysterious lady he knew as Rebecca is none except Raisa ana'Marianna, inheritor to the Queendom of the Fells. Han is harm and betrayed. He is familiar with he has no destiny with a blueblood. And, so far as he is involved, the princess's family members nearly as good as killed his personal mom and sister. but when Han is to meet his finish of an outdated cut price, he needs to do every thing in his strength to determine Raisa topped queen.
Meanwhile, a few humans will cease at not anything to avoid Raisa from ascending. With every one test on her lifestyles, she wonders how lengthy will probably be ahead of her enemies be triumphant. Her center tells her that the thief-turned-wizard Han Alister may be depended on. She desires to think it-he's kept her lifestyles greater than as soon as. yet with probability coming at her from each course, Raisa can merely depend on her wits and her iron-hard will to survive-and even that will now not be enough.
The grey Wolf Throne is an epic story of fierce loyalty, insufferable sacrifice, and the heartless hand of destiny.
All of these issues that get within the approach of your dreams—you’re above them. whatever is possible.” “Anything is possible,” Raisa repeated. once more, her eyes welled with tears. What used to be the problem along with her? She desired to be queen. She’d fought for it, struggled to come again to the Fells to guard her correct to the throne. was once she simply weepy over her mother’s dying, all these misplaced possibilities, or was once it anything else? was once she remaining a door that can by no means be reopened? used to be she creating a alternate.
Amon went on. “The—Her Highness has advised me what she knows.” Han’s mocking expression pale, his positive factors softened. “Captain Byrne used to be a courageous man,” he acknowledged. “And reasonable. My father used to be a soldier too. I don’t keep in mind a lot approximately him, yet I’d wish to imagine he was once like your da.” He paused as though accumulating his techniques. “I don’t comprehend that i will be able to support a lot. Captain Byrne used to be already lifeless while I got here alongside, and his killers had long past after—had long past. yet i've got whatever for you.” He became a peeved.
The wizard-generated power that interacted with amulets to make issues ensue. So if magic used to be the one instrument which could do harm in Aediion, Han will be secure in returning. If. Han nonetheless wore the rowan talisman fireplace Dancer had made for him, the person who had avoided Crow from owning him in the course of his final stopover at to Aediion. He needed to belief that it'll shield him back. It was once a calculated possibility, yet Crow shared his hatred for the Bayars, and Han wanted an best friend. Crow was once most probably the single one.
Poured boiling water over it. “And why won’t he inform you who he's if he desires to accomplice with you?” Dancer persevered. “Originally he intended to exploit me—not accomplice with me,” Han stated. “But the talisman you made placed a cease to that. So final time we met, he advised me who he relatively is.” Dancer leaned ahead. “And?” Han took a breath and spit it out. “He claims he’s Alger Waterlow. The final Wizard King of the Fells.” Dancer’s arms stilled themselves, and he frowned. “So you’re assembly with anyone.
live here—uplanders and Valefolk, the Spirit clans and charmcasters.” She paused for an extended second. “I got here domestic simply because i wished to work out my mother’s face and listen to her voice back. Now that may by no means occur. “There are many tough inquiries to be requested and spoke back within the coming days—many judgements to be made.” Raisa’s gaze rested at the assemblage at the dais. “But this present day i've got come, and the traditional queens have come”—she waved on the circle of great wolves—“to honor my mom, Queen.