An Indigo Court Novella
Release Date: AVAILABLE NOW
E-book format Only (Nook, Kindle, iBooks, Kobo)
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Contest ENDS midnight September 27th.
Question: What do you like best about the Indigo Court Series?
The banquet hall was decked out in holly and fir boughs. The floor was white marble, and the heavy dark wood of the table and chairs juxtaposed beautifully against it. At one end of the hall, a huge fireplace lit the room with a fire. Even though it burned fiercely, it barely touched the chill of the air. As we entered, I saw that my cousin and her husband were waiting for us. Another Cambyra Fae, Chatter was Grieve’s best friend and had stood by him during our battle against Myst. Unlike Grieve, Chatter had not been turned when Myst overran the Marburry Barrow.
Rhiannon had changed over the past year. Not just her eye color, but her stance. A heart wrenching mistake from her early teens had weighed her down for years, but now the worry of it seemed to have vanished. We were not the women we were and we’d never return to the lives we once led.
When she saw me, her face crinkled into a smile, and she let out a squeak. “Cicely!”
“Rhia!” Ignoring tradition and decorum, I rushed forward and caught her around the waist. We hugged, under the glaring eyes of our advisors. Strict and Edge—brother and sister they might well be—were charged with turning us into proper queens, but they had their hands full.