Title: Higher Power
(Prophecy Of The Cataclysm #1)
Author: Kyra Dune
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Buy Link: Amazon
Blurb
Lady
Anastasia has a problem. Her uncle, the king, is dying and his heir is a
dangerous and brutal man with a long held grudge against her brother. Desperate
to save Charles' life, Anastasia seeks out a mercenary to discover if the
rumors of a nobleman funding a rebellion against the throne are true. She hopes
anyone who would dare go so far would be willing to go a little further and
offer her and her brother sanctuary. But more is going on than she can guess
and when the truth comes out everything she holds most dear is put into
jeopardy.
Princess
Daniella also has a problem. Every time she uses her crystal ball to gaze into
the future all she can see is death for herself and her brother. But the image
is hazy and distorted and gives no clue as to the nature of their demise.
Desperate to find the truth, she summons a demon from the aether to help her
indentify the threat only to discover it's much closer than she ever dreamed.
Two
women on a collision course with destiny. Neither knowing what role she will
play. And with the future of the all realms hanging in the balance.
Excerpt
A thrill of fear raced through Anastasia
the moment she saw him. Even with Loren at her side, even with Betrice’s
assurances this man could be trusted, she was still afraid. She had never done
anything like this before.
Anastasia drew her black stallion to a
stop, then waited for Loren to come and help her from the saddle. She held up a
hand, signaling for him to stand back while she approached the man. “Jesse Tolin?”
she asked, managing to hold her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands.
“That’s my name,” he replied with a rakish
smile.
“On your feet, varlet,” Loren snarled, one
hand dropping to the hilt of his sword, “and give her Ladyship the proper bow
she deserves. If you can manage it.”
Still smiling, Jesse rose to his feet and
held his arm out to one side as he gave her a sweeping bow. “I pray you pardon
my impudence, your Ladyship. This humble peasant forgets himself in his awe of
being in the presence of hallowed noble.”
Loren bristled at Jesse’s tone. Anastasia
merely pursed her lips. “I hope your abilities are better refined than your
manners.”
Jesse’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he
retook his seat. “Refinement has little to do with my abilities, but they get
the job done.”
“The job of a mercenary, you mean.”
Anastasia took no pains to hide the disdain from her voice. If he would show
her contempt, then he would get more of the same in return.
He shrugged, plucking a piece of lint from
his trousers. “You sought me out, not the other way around. So I
assume you’re in need of a mercenary’s service. So tell me, your Ladyship,” he
looked up and met her gaze, “how can I service you today?”
Heat crawled up the back of Anastasia’s
neck. When she had set her mind to do this thing, she’d expected to find
herself meeting with an older man, like Loren. Instead, Jesse was hardly older
than she was, maybe her brother’s age. And those eyes. Green eyes like she’d never
seen before. A man ought not to possess such beautiful eyes.
About The
Author
Kyra Dune
was born in Oklahoma, but spent most of her life travelling with her family.
She is the author of twenty fantasy novels, including: Shadow of the Dragon, Elfblood, and Firebrand. As a child, her favorite
stories were those that told of ordinary children being whisked away to magical
lands. She has yet to find her own secret wardrobe or rabbit hole, but she
hasn’t given up the search. You never know what might be
waiting over the next rainbow.
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