Title: Higher Power (Prophecy Of The Cataclysm #1)
Author: Kyra Dune
Genre: Epic Fantasy
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.
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 more than a dozen 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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