Spirit Followers Instruments of Sacrifice Book 1 by Lydia Redwine Genre: Fantasy
When a Royal dies, the realms elect the one to take their place. By reasons Camaria does not know, her realm elects her as the next Royal. Now that she is the new-found sixteenth Royal of the nation of Mirabelle, Cam embarks on a journey with her sisters and a young huntsman to the four realms of the nation to complete training in the four kinds of magic. Once she has completed this training, she will then be permitted to consume her annual amount of magic and possess manifested powers. Her ventures are unexpectedly steeped in precarious events when Cam discovers a secret plan of revolt, a past she never knew, and an ancient people group thought dead who call themselves the Spirit Followers. Goodreads * Amazon
Keepers of the Crown Instruments of Sacrifice Book 2
Camaria is chasing the sparks of a war and trying to put them out before her world erupts into flames and all is gone. The vanishing of the magic of Mirabelle is only the beginning and the Seekers are formed to find its captors. Camaria, her sister Fiera, the young huntsman Caleb, Cinis Lumen leader Tyron, former Gnosi heir Riah, and two others are sent east to find their stolen magic, but each has a mission of their own. Cam, having been banished from two of Mirabelle’s realms, is determined to redeem herself by locating the legendary Crown of Caelae, prophesied by the Watchers, one of which was Peter’s father. Riah continues his secret quest to become one of the unidentified master’s seven warriors. Fiera still holds the wooden ball with its strange message inside, and Caleb has a secret past of his own. Peter, who remains in Mirabelle, is on the brink of discovering all of his father’s secrets and forming a plot of revenge on those who had killed Daniel years ago. Their own ventures are put on hold when they suddenly cross paths with an unexpected enemy in the perilous land called the Valley of Poison. Goodreads * Amazon
Lydia Redwine is a young author from Cincinnati, Ohio, who, by the age of 18, has published a fantasy novel and a poetry collection in aim to create work that is both refreshing and impactful. Website * Facebook * Instagram * Pinterest * Goodreads
They followed after the Cinis Lumen leader and his young son through the only opening in the side of the
volcanic walls. Cam’s vision clouded before it was met with blurred blackness and glimmering reds and
then flashes of silver in the firelight.
Clanging metal, hammers on stone, crackling fire, splashing water, treading feet and mixtures of
hundreds of voices at various tones pounded her drums. The clamorous chaos of integrity and courage
placed a rush in her veins. She was energy infused in a smoldering underground. Warm air, metal,
leather, sweat, fire, and water combined, creating a taste of unified engineering. These sensations
bombarded Cam as they became enveloped in Tyron’s world.
Cam began to perceive the particulars of the place. She glimpsed a silver lake mirroring firelight,
weapons, the cavern overhead, and roaming persons. Cast over the lake was built an expansive bridge of
rope and wood which led to an enormous slab of stone, jutting from the wall of the underground world.
Upon this stone, was built an enormous castle which appeared to have been dipped in the blackest of ink.
Though its coloring was like raven’s wing, it nearly blinded Cam, for the firelight allowed it to glimmer
mercilessly. The castle’s head was adorned with pointed towers like sharpened
blades. Great bonfires were built in numerous sections, filling the vicinity with smoldering heat.
Cam glanced towards Fiera. Her sister’s face was still grim, but her eyes were alight for the first time in
days.
blindingly white. Too white even with a black sky and silver moon hanging within it.
Elizabeth ate a full meal that night, thinking only of how soon Cole must receive her news.
The sky’s visage closely resembled a puddle after a spring rain, gray and wavering. It had rained
copiously that spring. At times, in horrendous torrents and others in light drizzles. It had nurtured the
earth of Mirabelle. The tree in the center of the Medulla Realm would now have been at its peak of a
flourishing state. But instead, the tree lay forlornly on the ground, shriveled up, decaying branch by
branch. One fact was known:
Mirabelle had no magic.
The concept seemed quite simple really, but in reality, no one in the nation knew how it had vanished. At
least, no one who had yet stepped forward.
Camaria Caddell stood behind the stone castle of the Medulla Realm’s center, surrounded by fallen
branches and debris scattered in the wind. The overcast sky correlated the sight before her. The silvery
leaves and fruit had vanished. Cam clenched her jaw against a headache forming from the swirling of her
thoughts. With brows drawn together and arms crossed tightly over her chest, Cam stared at the fallen
tree. She barely noticed that her two younger sisters, Adria and Mista, stood on either side of
her, motionless.
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