Bøger af Tonya Adolfson

The King of Mervolingia was in danger. She just knew it. Tanglwyst de Holloway was a fugitive, wanted in the murder of King Charles. After her desperate escape from house arrest, she had fled almost to the Papal City and into the sanctuary of the Church and her family. She could see the spires of her grandfather's home, and the light in his windows. But then came the absolute knowledge that Alexander was going to be attacked. She couldn't tell if it was a vision, fear, or gift, but she knew beyond all doubt that he would be killed if she didn't save him. And her heart refused to let that happen.

You finally have the perfect outfit and accessories and you get yourself zipped up in your shiny polyester uni-suit with the jet pack, the tall boots and the full utility belt. You look amazing! Perfect! You pull your hood up and put your helmet on. You step into the hallway, strut through the admiring crowds of con-folk ...and now you have to pee.

"A man's integrity is measured by the choices he makes." Myrgen the Grey knew better. After all, it was because of his interest in another man's woman that he was a fugitive in the first place. This woman had given him shelter, safety and employment and had yet to ask a fair price for any of it. She was kind by nature, strong by necessity, beautiful by birth. It wasn't unexpected for him to fall in love with her. But he knew the wrath of a vengeful king, had seen what it could do to the powerless. He knew a bad match when he saw it. He needed to help her, save her from herself. He just couldn't do it there.

When gods play dice, mountains tremble To Entivia "Boots" Malatesta, the King of Mande was a twisted monster. Anibal Cipriano held a teleportation amulet in his deft, thin fingers. The gold glinted in the flicker of flames from the ornate glasswork lamps. The crown of Mande sat on his desk where he could touch it when he worked. Blood dripped from the White Granite Sword Myrgen had entrusted to her. Her eyes took in a Plan of Attack and under that, almost unreadable, a recipe for making the thing in his hand. There was a third paper upon the desk, larger than the two on top. It was a map of Caratia. But no one of Mandian blood could touch Caratian soil. What was his angle? And what role did she play?

Find the broken heart and heal it. The Fae spirit felt the great ship above it. There was so much love there, so much kinship. All who breathed on the ship had someone in their life that mattered. All, but one. That must be the one that the summoner meant. The spirit swam around the ship and gathered the heartbreak and sorrow from those who had lost. Then, it drew the sadness and pain away, as requested. It swam off, making a vacuum that would be filled with the caring it could sense was there. When it surfaced, it would cast away all the bad stuff and there would be nothing to stop them from falling to their feelings. The spirit was pretty sure that was what the woman had intended.

The road to redemption is paved in blood. Myrgen the Grey has a real problem on his hands. The Queen's best friend has been kidnapped, along with the son of the head of the King's Guard. There is an assassin running around the palace with a contract on the King's life, and the Prince, Alexander, knows her. If Myrgen doesn't work fast, someone rather dangerous is going to realize he's behind it all.