from those who would use it to obtain power. Unbeknownst to him, his
wife Ivanore searches for him, hoping to save him from the terrible
fate she has seen in her visions. When she is captured, Jayson must
make an impossible choice–should he save Ivanore or save the crystal?
EXCERPT #1: (FROM EXILE)
Ivanore stopped running. She looked at Zyll, her trusted guardian and ally these past months since she had fled Dokur, and knew her time with him had come to an end.
“You’ll watch over them until I return?” she asked, out of breath. “Keep them safe. Don’t let my father find them.”
“You have my vow,” Zyll whispered, his voice tight with emotion.
Ivanore’s eyes welled with tears as she pressed her lips against the calloused skin of Zyll’s hand.
“Go,” said Zyll. “Go now before it’s too late.”
Ivanore released Zyll’s hand and sprinted forward alone. As she ran, she cupped her hands around her mouth and let out a loud, sharp call, much like that of a hawk or an eagle. She risked another glance over her shoulder and watched as Zyll turned to face their pursuers. As the soldiers neared, their swords glinting in the fire glow, Zyll held up his hands. A horizontal bolt of cerulean lightning shot out from his palms, striking the oncoming soldiers. The men recoiled, their bodies instantly singed and bloody.
Ivanore ran on. In desperation, she repeated her call, and this time another voice called back. A dark form appeared on the horizon, silhouetted against the light of the volcanic fractures and growing larger as it approached with tremendous speed. As it neared, the creature’s massive feathered wings moved the air around Ivanore in warm, powerful gusts. Ivanore saw clearly its eagle’s head with a beak large enough to break a man in two, paired with the muscular, furred body of a lion. As she ran toward it, the gryphon lowered its head, waiting.
Behind her, the soldiers reeled in pain, but they did not forget their duty. One man struggled to his knees, grunting from the effort. Reaching over his shoulder, he slid a short bow and arrow from his pack and swiftly took aim.
Ivanore reached the gryphon and in one smooth motion hoisted herself onto its back, twisting her arms deep into the feathers on the creature’s neck. In that same moment, a single arrow found its mark in Ivanore’s shoulder. She cried out before her body slumped forward and her mind went dark. The gryphon took flight then, and in less time than it took to draw another arrow—or a breath—they had vanished into the night.
into the forest. While recuperating from her injuries, she becomes an
apprentice to an elderly enchantress who teaches her how to control
her abilities. Unaware that Ivanore is in Hestoria, Jayson commits to
working off the cost of Brommel’s passage to Dokur, where he hopes
he and his young son will be safe. Though Jayson vows to avenge the
death of Brommel’s wife and daughter, despair and guilt threaten to
extinguish what little hope he has left of begin reunited with Ivanore.
rescue Jayson from the Vatez but soon finds herself their captive
instead. Once Jayson learns that Ivanore is in Hestoria, he must
choose between saving her and saving the Seer’s crystal.
a remote farm, but Arik, Minister of Hestoria, refuses to give up
hunting for them. As his hatred for Jayson grows, Arik and the Vatez
begin attacking local villages in hopes of flushing out him out. But
when his efforts fail, Arik uses Ivanore, the Seer and Jayson’s true
love, to betray him.
Guilde, but Arik, leader of the Vatez, is determined to use her to
lead him to the crystal.
the violence against Hestoria’s villages. Meanwhile, though Jayson’s
wounds begin to heal, his memories of the Vatéz’s attack — and of
Ivanore — are missing.
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