The Dunehei Chronicles | Book One: A Roseless Thorn
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The great forest of the Elves is decaying, monsters are appearing out of no where, war is on the horizon, power plays are in affect, and the Scales Of Justice are out of balance. In order to bring justice and balance back to the world, Myrra Iyrafiel, a diplomat turned spy, must infiltrate the neighboring human kingdom in order to figure out why a kingdom they have had no quarrels with, has suddenly turned on them.
During her mission, Myrra finds the injustice in the human kingdom to be appalling, and on top of that, she finds an anomaly in the most unlikely place. A Chimera boy, half human half beast, enslaved by the king to kill for the entertainment of nobility. It was not because he was a Chimera, nor because he was a slave, but because Myrra could not read his fate, could not tell in which direction this boy would push the scales, and because of that... He was a danger to the world.
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