COURT OF VINES AND VIPERS (SECRETS OF THE FAERIE CROWN #3) BY EMBERLY ASH – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Emberly Ash
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G U I N EV E R E
Sleep was a waste of time.
A weakness.
Sleep stole the hours that needed to be dedicated elsewhere.
Meeting, training, torturing.
Sleep brought dreams. Dreams turned to nightmares.
Nightmares were the only place Gwen saw her friends anymore.
Still, she avoided them. The white-haired queen, young and broken,
who’d entrusted her with a kingdom. The Brutal Prince, commander turned
friend turned king. When their faces came to her nightmares, they spoke
words of disappointment. The queen’s beautiful features filled with rage,
the knife in her hand swiping for Gwen’s throat.
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She always woke before the queen could land her death blow.
That was the real nightmare.
Gwen had no doubt that the queen would come for her. That she would
demand vengeance for her failures. Merlin gone. Parys dead.
Parys.
Perhaps her first true friend.
She had not deserved him in life. In death, at least, she would honor
him. In the ways she knew, as well as those she was still learning.
She shifted in the tall wingback chair, arching her spine to stretch. That
was fatigue curling around her bones, tightening her muscles. When she did
sleep, it was always in her dark lioness form. She was lethal, in any form—
and knew it. But knowing and believing were far from the same thing.
Fatigue she could tolerate.
Weakness, she could not.
She rolled her shoulders and refocused her eyes on the book in her lap.
The Travelers.
Parys had carried this book with him from the library, through the
tunnels as they chased down Merlin, Igraine, and their Shadows.
It was important. It had to be. Otherwise, he would have left it behind.
Or he’d simply forgotten that he carried it at all.
Gwen shoved that thought away.
She would read the entire damn book, forward and backward again, if
that was what it took to find some nodule of meaning. Something to mark
Parys’s contribution. His importance.
His absence.
The Travelers.
Few among us have the power to travel through space, to sense the
grains of creation and bend them to our will.
What utter drivel. Nonsense.
She’d traveled the entire length of the continent. The humans had come
from Eldermist. If humans could travel, anyone could.
Why had Parys bothered with this book at all? It had nothing to do with
the rifts, as far as she could tell, or Veyka’s void power. No mention of
Avalon in the chapter headings.
She needed to go to the library.
She had ordered it sealed after Parys’ death, but she had not gone to
inspect it herself. Not yet.
First, she had to see the goldstone palace fully secured.
She had walked the entire perimeter, finding two more unprotected
exits. It was a miracle Baylaur had stood unbreached for seven thousand
years, with all its secret passageways and weak wards.
Not weak, she corrected herself. Foolish.
The wards were keyed to power. Specifically, royal power. Only the
royal family could alter them. As the terrestrial heir, Arran had been able to
manipulate them upon arrival. And Igraine had been able to open and close
them to accommodate the Shadows as she willed.
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