Her touch is once frail. Neither having green thumb nor cold hands. She's never an heir. She lies. She runs. She hides. But she's been chosen To save a kingdom that is already dead. Lind Vor is a contender for the spring gauntllet. When the green kibbutz calls all the firstborn of their special elven clan during the reaping, she wishes to fail on the first trial. But she didn't. She's a thief and a gambler. A type that can't be called an heiress. The odds are defined in her blood. Can a soul full of lies be chosen as a savior of a dying kingdom? Is Lind the destined heiress of the spring gauntlet?
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