Description
Azriel, Fifth in command and the High Lord's spymaster, has been desperately in love with the same female for centuries. He's laid with others-sure, but none ever meant anything more than Morrigan had. So when Rhys drags him down to Devlon's camp for a diplomatic meeting that's definitely going to end in violence, Azriel's ready for a fight. And he gets one-in the form of a stunning Illyrian female who's so much more than meets the eye. Karryne is going to be the first female warrior. And she's going to show them that she's not someone to mess with, even if she is a bastard with a dead mother. The problem is that the odds are always stacked against her, and only get taller every time she tries to fight back. Blinded by hatred and agony, she's searching for a light-and a fight. And she just might've found both with the shadowsinger. ************ "I'm going to train. And then I'm going to fight." she told him, her voice hard and cold. "I'm going to show them that a woman is someone to be feared. To be revered. Not ashamed of." He gave her a surprised smile and her answering grin felt at once like the rising dawn and the darkness before a sudden storm. Karryne, forgotten child and bastard of an Illyrian lord who'd all but erased her, was going to fight in the Blood Rites. And she was going to win. ********* This book will probably contain some mild swearing. It's ACOTAR. I'm sorry--there's nothing I can do about it.
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