On Tour with Prism Book Tours
(Tales of Faeraven #1)
By Janalyn Voigt
Fantasy, Christian Fantasy
Paperback & ebook, 342 Pages
June 29, 2012 by Harbourlight Books
The High Queen is dying...
At the royal summons, Shae mounts a wingabeast and soars through the air to the high hold of Faeraven, where all is not as it seems. Visions warn her of danger, and a dark soul touches hers in the night. When she encounters an attractive but disturbing musician, her wayward heart awakens.
But then there is Kai, a guardian of Faeraven and of Shae. Secrets bind him to her, and her safety lies at the center of every decision he makes.
On a desperate journey fraught with peril and the unknown, they battle warlike garns, waevens, ferocious raptors, and the wraiths of their own regrets. Yet, they must endure the campaign long enough to release the DawnKing and the salvation he offers into a divided land. To prevail, each must learn that sometimes victory comes only through surrender.
(Note: Lof Raelein Maeven is the high queen of Faeraven, who is dying.)
The heavy door groaned shut and Shae pressed against it while she caught her breath. The great hall stood empty, which was just as well. She should still be abed, waiting to be roused by her maid. Catching her breath, she watched dust motes float in bars of light slanting through the tall windows, which overlooked the inner bailey’s herb garden.
Fresh rushes deadened her footfalls and sent up a warm scent overlaid with the pungent aromas of rosemary, mint, and lavender. Beneath a wide archway on one side of the chamber, Shae put her hand to the latch of a tall door carved with gryphons. She paused, caught by memory.
Beyond that same door, she’d once greeted Lof Raelein Maeven in her parents’ absence. Maeven had at first seemed little older than Shae, but when the silver threading her copper hair gleamed in the candlelight, Shae saw that the transparency of her skin mimicked the tallow in the candlebranch beside her. Despite these ravages, Maeven’s arching brows, fine nostrils and vivid eyes commanded awe.
As Maeven’s image dissipated, Shae lifted the latch. The door gave with a creak, and she entered the Allerstaed, the place of prayer. A musty scent, the smell of dust and disuse, emanated from wood and stone. Faint light followed her from the open doorway and a few indifferent sunbeams penetrated the grime coating three high windows above the altar. Her steps whispered across the graystone floors, and she sank to her knees onto the stone step below the altar.
“I’ve come about Lof Raelein Maeven.” Her voice rang loud in the stillness. She said no more, for words tangled in her mind. But Lof Yuel read her heart. If only she might read his in return, she could know the Lof Raelein’s fate. Weak light ebbed and flowed over her as outside, clouds effaced the sun. Sorrow carried her in its current.
“Why do you weep?” A voice reverberated through the chamber.
Shae raised her head. She recognized this voice.
An Elder youth crouched before her. She studied him, taking in his burnished skin, rounded somber eyes, and black hair. How could she have thought she knew his voice? She’d never seen him before. Her breath hitched. “Who are you?”
Twin grooves in his cheeks deepened. “Don’t be frightened. I am but a wayfarer.”
She stared at him. “No. You are more.”
He smiled. “Your heart speaks truth. I am a wayfarer…and I am more.” He stroked the tears from her cheeks, feather-light, like the touch of a draft.
“Peace.” The whispered word brought infinite comfort.
Shae closed her eyes and breathed deep.
“Remember, Shae, you must look to the light.”
She opened her eyes, ready to ask how he knew her name.
She knelt alone in the Allerstaed.
About the Author
Janalyn Voigt is a writer and professional speaker with a photography habit and a passion for travel. Her unique blend of adventure, romance, suspense, and fantasy creates worlds of beauty and danger for readers. Tales of Faeraven, her epic fantasy series beginning with DawnSinger, carries readers into a land only imagined in dreams. She is represented by Sarah Joy Freese of Wordserve Literary.
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