Renegade (Black Dawn #0.5)
Author: Mallory McCartney
Release Date: July 3, 2018
Publisher: Clean Reads Publishing
Format: ebook
Pages: 250
Find it: Goodreads, Amazon
Description:
“The time for Kiero’s reign in prosperity is over.”
Six years before the Black Dawn Rebellion, Adair Stratton and Emory Fae are following in their parent’s footsteps and living at The Academy, a home for those who are gifted. The pressure to uphold the future of their parent’s dream falls on them. An outcast and feared by most, Adair longs to break away from the expectations dictating his future. Even if Emory tries to make him see differently. An unexpected group of friends keep him there, but as whispers of unexplained disappearances start reaching from the capital, Adair starts to doubt The Academy is all it seems.
An unexpected visit ignites new tensions as the roguish king from across the Black Sea, Tadeas Maher of the Shattered Isles, and his heir, Marquis Maher sail to Kiero. Notorious for their pirating and wrath- for the first time in years, they demand the Fae’s listen to their proposition for a new treaty, holding the news of Nei’s father’s abrupt death over them. Caught in the middle of politics- Adair and Emory, with the help of their best friends Brokk and Memphis search for the one thing that matters most- finding out the truth.
In this gripping prequel to Black Dawn, their world is tipped upside down as unlikely alliances are made. War ravages through Kiero and is torn apart by acclaimed Kings. Through the throes of betrayal, lies, hidden magic and love, Adair is faced with a life changing decision- to fight or to bow to the darkness within him.
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Author: Mallory McCartney
Release Date: February 14, 2017
Publisher: Clean Reads Publishing
Pages: 352
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Description:
Emory Fae enjoys leading a quiet, normal life. That is until two mysterious, and handsome soldiers show up at her apartment, and the life she knew is instantly whisked away. Memphis Carter and Brokk Foster come from the magical and war ridden world of Kiero, and bringing Emory back she will discover she is the long lost heir to the Royal Line and is thrown into the Black Dawn Rebellion with a dynamic role to ignite the rebels and reclaim her throne.
Emory Fae enjoys leading a quiet, normal life. That is until two mysterious, and handsome soldiers show up at her apartment, and the life she knew is instantly whisked away. Memphis Carter and Brokk Foster come from the magical and war ridden world of Kiero, and bringing Emory back she will discover she is the long lost heir to the Royal Line and is thrown into the Black Dawn Rebellion with a dynamic role to ignite the rebels and reclaim her throne.
With
both men being darkly woven in her past Emory uncovers hidden secrets, a
power held long dormant, and will soon realize there are worse things
than supernatural humans, love, loss, betrayal, and a Mad King.
Some things are better left in the shadows.
Sarthaven, the Capital of Kiero, the city beneath the stars, bustled outside the towering walls, the shouts and chaos a never ending senerade. She wanted to laugh at the acclaimed name. It was far from the truth. The people here came to seek a better quality of life and found more division. The only thing bred here were riots and death.
Dread filled her core as they walked in silence down the winding hallway, the sunlight flickering as they passed each small window. Every footfall, every step, a reminder of what lay ahead, waiting for them in the shape of four council members. Nervously, she shifted her arm, trying to ease her roaring mind. Twenty more steps and at the end of the cavernous hallway, an oak door gleamed, two guards stationed by it. They wore silver shirts and pants, the material shimmering like stardust. They stood so still, at first glance they could pass as statues. She caught the flicker of their empty eyes, the rise and fall of their pale skin. As they drew closer, they bowed their heads, coppery hair falling forward and revealing two inky black sigils above their brow.
Slaves.
Nei’s heart hammered and her steps faltered. Three hundred and sixty-five days of sacrificing everything she was and this had not stopped. It was the only reason she had agreed to go through with this madness. Her people lived a content life on the Shattered Isles, one where they hadn’t recognized a king in several decades, until Roque’s father deemed his son the one true king. Now the world was divided between a tyrant and a son. She was a pawn in this, a promise to her people that even though their abilities were different, that they were nurturers and healers, they wouldn’t be made to bow, they wouldn’t be penalized. As queen, she would break the preconceived idea that they were lesser in any way.
And she was failing.
Roque’s gaze was grim as he glanced down at her before pushing the door open and stepping in. The room was large, and a deep oak table was placed in the middle of the room. The bay window behind the four seated figures encompassed the world behind them. The sun flared in the sky, bathing the bustling city into life. Or burning. She gritted her teeth as she and Roque stopped and bowed low, their sweeping arms and submissive figures applying all the grandeur this life demanded. They rose, and Roque gently held her hand as they walked toward the council, his warmth encompassing her instantly.
Two men and two women sat rigidly, their papery skin looking translucent in the sun. Their severe features let no emotions pass, and Nei’s gut twisted with nerves. Roque squeezed her clammy hand gently as if to say, don’t worry, this is the best way; don’t worry, you are one of us; they can’t hurt you. The ancient souls in front of her dictated their every move, political and personal. She sat rigid in the chair before her, Roque following suit, before Oren leaned forward, his watery eyes locking on her. “Your Highnesses, I must be blunt. We are curious as to why you called this meeting. We thought our demands were clear.”
It took all her control not to unleash her fury right then and there. Their “demands” were for her and Roque to idly sit by while every day more of their people were slaughtered. While every day more of her people were enslaved. Sliding into that practiced mask of calm and poise, she batted her eyes at Roque, smiling sweetly.
Let them play me for the fool.
Leaning forward, his deep voice rumbled, “Esteemed council members, my queen and I come forward to you today with a proposition, one that will only strengthen our world and help end the suffering that is evident within our society. I must be equally blunt, being a new father has brought to light the flaws within my father’s arrangement. I will do what is best for my daughter’s future and my country.”
Oren scoffed, “Please, no insult intended, my King, but—”
Roques gaze darkened as he snapped, “As your king, you will not interrupt me, Oren. It’s time this council embraces the future, and I will not stand for it if it’s one bathed in blood.”
Dread filled her core as they walked in silence down the winding hallway, the sunlight flickering as they passed each small window. Every footfall, every step, a reminder of what lay ahead, waiting for them in the shape of four council members. Nervously, she shifted her arm, trying to ease her roaring mind. Twenty more steps and at the end of the cavernous hallway, an oak door gleamed, two guards stationed by it. They wore silver shirts and pants, the material shimmering like stardust. They stood so still, at first glance they could pass as statues. She caught the flicker of their empty eyes, the rise and fall of their pale skin. As they drew closer, they bowed their heads, coppery hair falling forward and revealing two inky black sigils above their brow.
Slaves.
Nei’s heart hammered and her steps faltered. Three hundred and sixty-five days of sacrificing everything she was and this had not stopped. It was the only reason she had agreed to go through with this madness. Her people lived a content life on the Shattered Isles, one where they hadn’t recognized a king in several decades, until Roque’s father deemed his son the one true king. Now the world was divided between a tyrant and a son. She was a pawn in this, a promise to her people that even though their abilities were different, that they were nurturers and healers, they wouldn’t be made to bow, they wouldn’t be penalized. As queen, she would break the preconceived idea that they were lesser in any way.
And she was failing.
Roque’s gaze was grim as he glanced down at her before pushing the door open and stepping in. The room was large, and a deep oak table was placed in the middle of the room. The bay window behind the four seated figures encompassed the world behind them. The sun flared in the sky, bathing the bustling city into life. Or burning. She gritted her teeth as she and Roque stopped and bowed low, their sweeping arms and submissive figures applying all the grandeur this life demanded. They rose, and Roque gently held her hand as they walked toward the council, his warmth encompassing her instantly.
Two men and two women sat rigidly, their papery skin looking translucent in the sun. Their severe features let no emotions pass, and Nei’s gut twisted with nerves. Roque squeezed her clammy hand gently as if to say, don’t worry, this is the best way; don’t worry, you are one of us; they can’t hurt you. The ancient souls in front of her dictated their every move, political and personal. She sat rigid in the chair before her, Roque following suit, before Oren leaned forward, his watery eyes locking on her. “Your Highnesses, I must be blunt. We are curious as to why you called this meeting. We thought our demands were clear.”
It took all her control not to unleash her fury right then and there. Their “demands” were for her and Roque to idly sit by while every day more of their people were slaughtered. While every day more of her people were enslaved. Sliding into that practiced mask of calm and poise, she batted her eyes at Roque, smiling sweetly.
Let them play me for the fool.
Leaning forward, his deep voice rumbled, “Esteemed council members, my queen and I come forward to you today with a proposition, one that will only strengthen our world and help end the suffering that is evident within our society. I must be equally blunt, being a new father has brought to light the flaws within my father’s arrangement. I will do what is best for my daughter’s future and my country.”
Oren scoffed, “Please, no insult intended, my King, but—”
Roques gaze darkened as he snapped, “As your king, you will not interrupt me, Oren. It’s time this council embraces the future, and I will not stand for it if it’s one bathed in blood.”
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