A Serpent's Tale

A Serpent's Tale

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Fiction
Fantasy
Dark Fantasy
High Fantasy
Fairy Tales and Mythology
"Every kingdom rests upon unseen stones." The Exorci have protected the human realm for as long as anyone can remember-magic-wielders bound by an ancient oath. They have held. They have bled. They have kept the darkness on its own side of the line. Until a Faerie prince, heir to the high crown, turns up dead on their side of the border. And the Exorci are blamed for it. War looms; new bargains are made to prevent it. The Exorci Grand General offers his sister, Roselyn Vale, as collateral, pressed into the High King's court to buy time for another Faerie heir to be born. In return, The High King offers his most valued oracle, Eileen Ivror. Two women, handed across a border like sealed letters, each one's life now tied to the other's survival. The terms are simple: keep them alive until an heir is born. Then, perhaps, peace. Roselyn and Eileen cross into enemy land expecting everything they were raised to believe. Ancient hatred. Cold hunger. Enemies wearing beautiful faces. But what they find is something else entirely. Secrets long buried. Truths warped by the same hands that sent them there. What Roselyn and Eileen begin to piece together is a history older than the war itself, and that when that war begins, the world they came from will look nothing like the one they left.
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