(Kingdom of Cymmera #3)
by Dani-Lyn Alexander
Release Date: November 22nd 2016
Lyrical Press
Summary:
In solitude lies strength. In unity lies power.
With Chayce Maynard on the run and the Kingdom of Argonas under Cymmeran rule, Ryleigh and Jackson are finally able to work on rebuilding their own kingdom. Until Jackson receives a cryptic message. Chayce may have been spotted in Argonas. Jackson sends a team of Cymmeran guardsmen to search while he takes his Death Dealer team to the wilds of Argonas to seek out the informant. Having been found guilty of treason, Chayce must be found and executed in order to keep Cymmera safe.
Ryleigh remains in Cymmera to rule and to figure out what’s going on with her sister, Mia. The younger girl has taken to spending long hours in the library with the Cymmeran prophet, Elijah. When the kingdom comes under attack, Ryleigh is forced to flee to an uncharted realm with a small group of survivors—a realm Jackson has no knowledge of and no hope of finding. Alone, but for the few people she was able to save, Ryleigh must decide whether to try to reclaim Cymmera or claim the new realm as her own and remain there in an effort to keep her people safe, forsaking those she was forced to leave behind.
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As she slid past her throne,
Ryleigh’s sword caught on the arm, and she took a step back and untangled it.
She’d never get used to wearing the stupid thing everywhere she went. If not
for Jackson’s insistence, it’d probably be stuffed under her bed beside the
baseball bat she kept hidden there.
She pulled open a drawer on the side
table behind her throne and rifled through the papers she’d stuffed in there in
search of her leather appointment book. If she couldn’t find answers, may as
well get some work done. It was either that or dwell on Jackson’s mission and
the terror it brought. She pressed a hand against her heaving stomach. No. She
couldn’t think about that. She had more immediate problems she might actually
be able to do something about.
Several meetings had to be
scheduled, and without writing them down, she’d never keep track of where she
was supposed to be. Especially with her mind so jumbled with images of Jackson
going up against Chayce.
She snatched the book, shoved the
drawers shut, and turned to leave.
Ryleigh’s vision blurred. The air
shimmered in the center of the throne room, and her ears popped.
She ripped her sword from its sheath
even as the portal opened.
A seven-foot-tall beast built of
solid muscle tore through the portal. A triple headed flail swung from one
massive hand.
As she slid past her throne,
Ryleigh’s sword caught on the arm, and she took a step back and untangled it.
She’d never get used to wearing the stupid thing everywhere she went. If not
for Jackson’s insistence, it’d probably be stuffed under her bed beside the
baseball bat she kept hidden there.
She pulled open a drawer on the side
table behind her throne and rifled through the papers she’d stuffed in there in
search of her leather appointment book. If she couldn’t find answers, may as
well get some work done. It was either that or dwell on Jackson’s mission and
the terror it brought. She pressed a hand against her heaving stomach. No. She
couldn’t think about that. She had more immediate problems she might actually
be able to do something about.
Several meetings had to be
scheduled, and without writing them down, she’d never keep track of where she
was supposed to be. Especially with her mind so jumbled with images of Jackson
going up against Chayce.
She snatched the book, shoved the
drawers shut, and turned to leave.
Ryleigh’s vision blurred. The air
shimmered in the center of the throne room, and her ears popped.
She ripped her sword from its sheath
even as the portal opened.
A seven-foot-tall beast built of
solid muscle tore through the portal. A triple headed flail swung from one
massive hand.
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