Abramm has dedicated the last eight years of his life to becoming worthy to touch and tend the Sacred Flames of Eidon, and he expects to be blessed for his devotion and sacrifice. But on the eve of taking the vows that will irrevocably separate him from the life he was born to--as Abramm Kallador...
Abramm Kalladorne has returned to Kiriath to claim the crown he thought he would never wear and to prepare his people for the inevitable attack of the Armies of the Black Moon. Though fiercely opposed by his own kin and reluctant to thrust his country into civil war at the worst possible time, he...
After months of conflict and opposition, Abramm Kalladorne has finally stepped into his destiny as king of Kiriath--only to find himself facing more problems than ever. The Mataio remains antagonistic, the failed rebellion's supporters have slipped through his grasp to plot anew, bad luck plagues...
Since the Department of Applied Genetics was almost entirely labs and supply closets, they met in the third floor’s Desert Vista conference room. All meetings were mentored by members of K-J’s revered Inner Circle, most of whom were the actual department heads, as well. Because Cam had been broug...
Trap was kept busy with the financial concerns of a holding triple the size of what he had previously managed—a task complicated by an across-the-board replacement of staff members in not only the palace but also at the Exchequer and other financial institutions. He had kept long hours, and was r...
Yanking the amulet over his head, he flung it away as if it were a viper. It skidded across the tile to fetch up against the side of the Holy Pool, and immediately a crow swooped from the trees to snatch it up. As it flapped back into the shadows, Eldrin rubbed the skin on his chest, dizzy with r...
As the sun dropped below the distant horizon, Callie and Pierce had only scrub pine and juniper to shield them, and not much of that. Pierce stopped at the foot of a steep slope and turned to search the land below them. Callie followed the direction of his gaze, the wind enfolding her from behind...