Titolo: Scorched Treachery
Autore: Rebecca L. Ethington
Genere: Young Adult paranormal romance
Trama: While Joclyn is trapped in the tormenting hell of Cail’s mind, the battle around her only continues to grow and spread.
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Edmund has infiltrated the underground hallways of Prague, guiding the massacre that would end the lives of the last of the great magical race. In her attempts to stop him, Wynifred has been captured and her magic restrained. Chained up in the ancient dungeons of Prague, her fate is left in the hands of her father, who has tried to kill her before.
With Ryland’s screams and Sain’s fragmented sights as her only company, Wyn must rely on something that has been hidden deep inside of her for centuries to help them break free.
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Ilyan’s whole life has been building up to one purpose. Protect the Silnỳ. He knows what he must do, and he has no doubt in his ability to do so.
But when his father’s magic removes Joclyn’s mind from her body, he is left protecting the shell of the one person he loves. Desperate to find a way to break her free of her prison, he makes a choice. And that one choice changes everything.
Now, Ilyan finds himself bound to Joclyn in a way that he never knew to be possible.
They say that blood is thicker than water, but Black Water burns, and Ilyan’s heart may not be strong enough to keep it pumping through his veins and give the girl he loves back into his brother’s care.
Even if he can, it may not be safe to do so.
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Edmund has infiltrated the underground hallways of Prague, guiding the massacre that would end the lives of the last of the great magical race. In her attempts to stop him, Wynifred has been captured and her magic restrained. Chained up in the ancient dungeons of Prague, her fate is left in the hands of her father, who has tried to kill her before.
With Ryland’s screams and Sain’s fragmented sights as her only company, Wyn must rely on something that has been hidden deep inside of her for centuries to help them break free.
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Ilyan’s whole life has been building up to one purpose. Protect the Silnỳ. He knows what he must do, and he has no doubt in his ability to do so.
But when his father’s magic removes Joclyn’s mind from her body, he is left protecting the shell of the one person he loves. Desperate to find a way to break her free of her prison, he makes a choice. And that one choice changes everything.
Now, Ilyan finds himself bound to Joclyn in a way that he never knew to be possible.
They say that blood is thicker than water, but Black Water burns, and Ilyan’s heart may not be strong enough to keep it pumping through his veins and give the girl he loves back into his brother’s care.
Even if he can, it may not be safe to do so.
Rebecca Ethington has been telling stories since she was small. First, with writing crude scripts, and then on stage with years of theatrical performances. The Imdalind Series is her first stint into the world of literary writing. Rebecca is a mother to two, and wife to her best friend of 14 years. She was born and raised in the mountains of Salt Lake City, and hasn’t found the desire to leave yet. Her days are spent writing, running, and enjoying life with her amazing family.
“Run!”
I screamed, when I was within distance.
Sain
looked up at me, confused for only a moment before he turned and bolted down
the hall, toward the large chapel.
I
didn’t slow my speed for landing. I flew right into the courtyard, my hard
landing exploding bricks into the air at the rough impact. I straightened
myself and turned to face the courtyard just beyond the gates.
The
few tourists in the courtyard looked through the rubble, for the most part,
confusion covering their faces.
Edmund
was right behind me. I set my jaw and raised my hand, a shimmering shield
flowing from my fingers to cover the large opening of the golden gate.
My
magic surged out of me as it spread in a curtain between the giant arches. I
looked through the magical barrier to see Edmund change his course in order to
intercept me.
Edmund
was almost here, and the shield had not set yet. I pushed harder, my teeth
clenching as I grunted through the pressure, yelling as the exertion hit its
maximum and my magic pushed and pulled to escape from me.
My
mouth opened as I screamed, the shield setting itself into the stone the moment
Edmund’s body hit hard against the barrier. The impact of his collision rumbled
through me, shooting me away from the shield and slamming me into the high wall
behind me.
I
straightened myself the same moment Edmund did, his jaw as set as mine as he
turned to face me. Edmund’s eyes stared into mine, the whites blood shot with
anger and power. I had never seen him this worked up. I could tell at once that
this shield would only hold for a matter of minutes once he decided to come at
me.
Edmund
uncoiled his body as he faced me, his hand lifting to his face. A large chunk
of his arm was missing, the edges blackened with ash. Even with all of my
power, that was all I had been able to accomplish against him.
He
smiled at me as he bit down on his finger, the one I had burned off all those
centuries ago, the replacement forcibly taken from one of his many servants. He
bit down on it and pulled, the flesh separating slowly, his hand dripping with
blood as he ripped the finger from his hand.
“I
have a present for you, Wynifred,” he sneered, his breathing shallow as some
power-based insanity threatened to take over him.
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