Book II of the Draonthir Saga

In the aftermath of betrayal and war, the world teeters on the edge of legend and ruin.

Elyssandra, the haunted Dusk Elf once sworn to silence and steel, now finds herself chasing more than shadows-she is fighting for family, love, and truth. Four years have passed since the battle at Castle Holden, where Feran Black Blade revealed his monstrous Draconthir nature and vanished into myth. Branded a traitor and hunted as a relic of an age best forgotten, Feran became the ghost that walks behind her, the father her son has never known.

Now, armed with only a thread of hope and an ancient parchment shrouded in prophecy, Elyssandra descends into forgotten tombs and frost-laced ruins to unearth the truth of the Draconthir bloodline-and to break the curse that binds Feran to shadow. Beside her stand Gail, the hornless Gneed warrior whose fierce loyalty masks a tender soul, and Adrian, a fire-wielding mage with secrets of his own and eyes that linger a moment too long.

Their quest leads them through kingdoms rife with crusades and corruption, to icy temples whispering of gods long gone and truths deliberately buried. What they uncover will shatter the legacy of the Inquisition and upend the very mythos of their world: the Draconthir, far from being monsters, may have once been heroes. And Feran's lineage-tied to the sovereigns of flame and shadow-could be the key to restoring balance... or unleashing devastation.

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