Phoenix Telyn Gwndal gave up the love of her life for the destiny she was born to bear. As she undertakes the quest levied on her, will she uncover a secret alliance meant to destroy her, or can a shadow from her past save her from the ultimate mistake?
“Her Father’s Keep” — excerpted from PHOENIX RISING (Legends of Tirum, Book 2)
The crumbled ruin of a soaring war keep loomed on the forested horizon, bathed in the bloody streaks of Helios’ setting light. Telyn’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the structure, imposing in spite of its dilapidation. Pain wrenched her heart, startling her. She’d never been to this place, so why did the mere sight of that decaying ruin fill her with such grief? Her eyes stung, and she blinked away the tell-tale signs of impending tears. She didn’t have time for this foolishness.
Determination fueled her forward, toward the destroyed remnants of her father’s lineage – all that remained of her heritage, and the once-mighty Phoenix Clan. One day, she promised herself silently, she would see it restored. For now, she intended to search every nook and cranny of the old ruin. The Phoenix Book was still here. She could feel it.
Pelarius Brunnari was an evil man, driven by an insatiable desire for power that didn’t rightfully belong to him, but he wasn’t stupid. Oh, no. The old fox was wily, right up to the end. He knew the legends of the Phoenix Book, and probably better than anyone left alive, at that. It was said, she’d heard whispers once, that the removal of any of the sacred artifacts from those entrusted with their care would not only render the artifact useless, but also quite dangerous to the one who did the removing. The Aerai Majin, it was said, made sure of that. And those whispers confirmed Telyn’s gut feeling – the Phoenix Book never really left Phoenix Hall.
Excitement pulsed a fiery song through her veins as she urged Bloodcloud toward the forest surrounding Phoenix Hall. She had no fear of its darkness – her Bathron eyes would grant her vision even in its darkest corners and brambles. And, if Kishfa rode with her this night, she’d have the Phoenix Book in her hands before the morning light.