Hello, I am Lauren O'Neill, and my favorite thing to write is books and short stories. So far, I have written 8 books, and am working on more. I occasionally share excerpts from my books in lit club. I also share short stories I have created.
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Description: Book three of The Assassin and the King series.
War is raging in Erilan, and Laurel Renier should be fighting alongside the King's army. She should be fighting against the King of Assassins, Althalos Montfort, and his brutal army. Instead, she has to pretend she is dead to protect the ones she cares about. After a year of hiding in a little farmhouse in the country with her brother and his family, two surprise visitors with shocking news could change the course of her life forever. And that news just might have something to do with the mysterious fire magic burning through her veins.
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Chapter 1
There was the crying again. For the fifth time just that night, and the millionth in the last five months. Laurel Renier just closed her eyes again and listened, waiting for it to subside.
She heard the mutter of "Your turn." from her brother, Gabriel Newton, and the tired groan of his wife, Oletha, as she got up to take care of the baby.
"Oh, oh." She said. "I know, sweetie."
It took Laurel a while to adjust to all of the recent changes in her life, and she still wasn't adjusted to some of them. She had fallen in love, nearly lost it, and then did lose it. She had trusts mangled, learned that she was a sister to one, and half-sister to two, lost her life as an assassin as her master tried to take her down. Might even still be trying to take her down.
And now she had been placed in a quaint little farm house in the country with Oletha and Gabriel. Oletha liked to call it home. Laurel liked to call it prison.
For her protection, Gavin had said. As if this isolated patch of grass was safer than being in the castle with her half-brother the king.
Laurel sighed and turned to her side, fluffing the pillow and brushing some of her pale golden hair out of her face. The crying was getting softer now, and Oletha had begun to sing.
Lullay lullow, lullay lully,
Beway bewy, lullay lullow,
Lullay lully,
Baw me bairne, sleep softly now.
I saw a sweet and seemly sight,
A blissful bird, a blossom bright,
That morning made and mirth among.
Lullay lullow, lullay lully,
Beway bewy, lullay lullow,
Lullay lully,
Baw me bairne, sleep softly now.
It was no surprise that Oletha loved this place. It was where her family was, and as much as Laurel wished she could just slip away and cause them no trouble, she was part of that family. Oletha had made that very clear, and so had Gabriel.
