Title:
The Secrets of Dargon
Author:
Ciara Knight
Genre:
Paranormal/Fantasy
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Blurb:
The fog of the High Gods choke Marshea’s Kingdom,
forcing her to yield to their demands. She is ordered to ensnare a man she once
loved and return him to the Elders of Dargon. There he will face an eternity of
suffering for his sins.
Saldor trains his men to fight the evil magic that
enslaves the people of Dargon, the eastern kingdom. He prepares for war until
the woman he was sworn to marry before the days of enslavement, returns from
the dead. She convinces him that the only threat to Dargon is his army, but
when magical beasts attack, he suspects his true love of treachery.
Author Bio:
Ciara Knight writes with a ‘Little Edge and a Lot of
Heart’ with her contemporary and paranormal romance books. Her most recent #1
Amazon bestselling series, Sweetwater County, has topped the charts and
received acclaimed reviews. Her international best-seller, Pendulum scored 4
stars from RT Book Reviews, accolades from InD’Tale Magazine and Night Owl Top
Pick. Her young adult paranormal series, Battle for Souls, received 5 stars
from Paranormal Romance Guild and Night Owl’s Top Pick, among other praises.
Author
Links:
Website: http://www.ciaraknight.com
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Excerpt:
Scolding breath escaped Marseha’s lungs. Nightmares
clouded her vision. She couldn’t talk, couldn’t see, couldn’t feel, but she
knew. Knew that Saldor lived. For that she would fight beyond this Elders’
curse.
“Please, you must be well.” Risme’s soft voice
flittered through the screams of her people now fading from her consciousness.
“It cannot be,” a deep voice sounded. His voice.
Coughing to clear the ashen smoke from the back of
her throat, she answered, but no sound passed her lips. Sadness wept from her
soul. Not her own sadness, but something of another realm. Thick, frightening,
deathly, a bone-crunching energy pummeled her, Elders and witches both fighting
within for control.
“Come back to me,” Risme whispered into her ear, an
echo of promise if she survived the war within.
“I have never witnessed such a reaction to the
amulet's removal,” a male voice said.
If the Elders and the Veiled Queen continued their
battle, she’d be nothing but dust. Ancestors, I summon you. Break me from this
madness.
A storm’s wind blew through her, hurling the control
of others from her body. With a heave of breath, the madness went silent and
her eyes saw beyond the dark mist. To a God. No, a man. A man with thick dark
hair, brown eyes, full lips and the strength of a warrior. “Saldor?” she
choked.
“Yes. Yes, it is me.” He remained a distance away,
on his knees, his hands in his hair. His torn clothing revealed snatches of a
man’s body, arms that she’d longed to feel around her for an eternity. No
longer was he the boy she once knew.
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