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About the book:
Author: Mallory McCartney
Pub. Date: September 19, 2022
Publisher: MM Books
Formats: Hardcover, Paperback, eBook
Pages: 350
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"Together they will rise."
Something sinister is sweeping across Kiero, and war threatens to rip apart
the remains of Black Dawn Rebellion.
Distraught by the decisions she made while in the Draken Mountains with
Adair, Emory Fae, Queen of Kiero, is hiding a deadly secret, and now, Emory
is seeking aid from Marquis Maher, King of the Shattered Isles, in the
looming war.
With Brokk by her side, they search for answers and aid from the Shattered
Isles, a country that has remained protected from Adair's wrath across the
Black Sea. While there, Emory will learn the weight of what it means to be
Queen, but what will she sacrifice to save the ones she loves?
Since the Academy fell and the Black Dawn rebellion scattered, Brokk
Foster's past and the truth about his lineage has come to light. Brokk and
his newly found immortal fey warriors are skeptical of Marquis and his terms
to a new alliance. Being torn between love and Brokk's loyalty to the
rebellion, he will have to decide whether to remain true to his cause or
follow a destiny he never wanted.
Together, can Emory and Brokk make an alliance in time to return to Kiero
and aid the rebels?
Nyx Astire, new clan leader to the raiders in the Risco Desert, has lost
everything. With no word on if the town of Pentharrow has survived under
Azarius Walsh's command, Nyx tries to rally the Dust Clan and prepare them
to ally with any remaining members of the Black Dawn Rebellion. But
tradition and her past throws Nyx into a dynamic ruling. Will she do
anything to ensure Kiero's survival from her new point of power?
Kingdom of Broken Iron is the third installment in the bestselling Black
Dawn series. Can friendship, love, and fellowship defy an enemy Kiero has
never seen before?
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EXCERPT
PART ONE: HARVEST
EQUINOX
PROLOGUE
LANA
The saol
eile was stuff of legend.
In Lana’s
world, Langther, the afterlife wasn’t feared. In fact, it was a great honor to
find one’s peace with generations of your family waiting to greet you in the
everlasting light. Death didn’t scare her; she had been preparing for it
since being trapped in Kiero. Now, the dark, unrelenting claws of death
had her in their hold, and Lana wished she had more time with Azarius.
Her heart
wrenching, she took a deep breath as the sounds of her home reached her, teased her . . . Lana was on her knees, the waves
of the Keiv Ocean crashing in the distance, the heat caressing her cheeks
when she tipped her face toward the warm sunlight. Langther was tropical against the bleak war in Kiero that
she had left behind.
That she had
died for.
Greenery
stretched as far as she could see: ancient vines crawling up the bases of
trees. In her peripheral vision, she saw a flicker of movement—a small
filieacan drifting toward her. Its vibrant yellow wings reflected the
spattering of sunlight, its long antennae moving back and forth. Lana
assumed it was taking in her scent. Fluttering, soft silver dust floated
from the filieacan, touching the grass underneath as it grew before
Lana’s eyes, becoming lusher and healthier. The small creatures were always
said to be a sign of vitality. Brows furrowing, she looked down at her fighting
leathers—
now stripped
clean. No remnants of her blood, no trace of the clashing of ash and fire. Even
the fissures of pain that had broken her were now only a memory.
Blinking at
the landscape, she thought it would be busier. Yet no generations of
windwalkers greeted her. No perytons clawed through the skies. No crystal
champagne. No feast. No one disrupted the harrowing silence.
She stepped
forward, and fear slithered down her spine. Lana tentatively called out,
“Hello? Anybody?”
You’re alone.
Alone.
The jungle
absorbed her cautious footfalls as she walked in search of someone or anything. “Lana?”
She closed
her eyes at the sound of that voice, and her heart started to pound.
There, appearing among the thick green foliage, was her mother. She
hadn’t aged, looking exactly as she did in Lana’s memories. Her skin was
honey-gold, and she wore a simple green top and high waisted black pants that
flowed loosely toward her ankles, which were bound in leather sandals. Their
gazes met, and Lana thought she would combust from the joy filling
her.
Her mother
made no move toward her. Instead, seemingly frozen, her mother paled. “No. No.
No. What are you doing here?
It’s not your time yet.” Her mother’s face pinched in concern, her deep
chestnut hair shining in the sun.
The
familiarity of her and the fact she was here
ripped a hole in Lana’s chest at the time lost. “Hello to you too,
Mom.” Lana chortled. “That’s a grand assumption to make.” Closing the space,
her mother grabbed her wrists—hard. “Lana,
you have to listen to me. I have seen it in the eternal winds. The
whispers of your essence found me. You’re stuck,
my love, between life and death.”
Cold sweat
collected in Lana’s palms. Echoes of memories churned in her heart—of the
Oilean’s dark ritual, how they had used her life, her magic, to rip open
the channel between Kiero and Daer, how the menacing army had flooded the
Noctis Woods before the end embraced her.
Her mother’s
understanding eyes held hers, and Lana choked out, “I went to distract Adair,
thinking I could grant the Rebellion more time. The Oilean caught my
scent, and I was caught off guard. They followed me back to Pentharrow,
and to Azarius. It was the least I could do, Mom, to buy them the time to
escape. I couldn’t let them die.”
She leaned
into her mother’s hands when her mother cupped Lana’s face. “I know, my love, I
know.”
“Mom . .
.”
Her mother
kissed her forehead, soft and assuring. “Go back, Lana. Go back to him. Azarius
Walsh needs you. Kiero needs you.”
Tears
slipped fast and silent down Lana’s cheeks. She watched her mother step away
from her. The wind picked up, dirt and pieces of green leaves ripping off
the branches, spinning around her. The warm and familiar scents of cinnamon and
sea salt filled her senses. Pure wonder radiated through Lana at how much
a single scent could grant strength.
A moment was
all it took to remember what exactly she was fighting for. What her mother had
died for. Protecting generations of secrets and her dream to be able to
live a life free from war. One with Azarius.
Taking in a
sharp breath, Lana couldn’t react as her mother’s hands connected with her
chest, shoving her back.
And Lana
fell, gravity leaving her in one swooping moment.
She fell.
And fell.
She gasped,
and her eyes snapped open. Her soul reconnected to her physical self in a
jarring rush, causing her to shudder.
Cold, heavy
chains weighed down her wrists. She was still stretched and pinned to the trees
in a T formation. The residue
of the Oilean’s magic covered her like a poison. Dried blood caked her skin,
and Lana blinked against the soft purple light of the Noctis Woods. It must be the middle of the night, she
thought. Downy snowflakes drifted lazily around her as she focused on
what was in front of her.
The ring was
charred, smoke still drifting up from it. Where the rocks had once been, tiny
craters were grooved into the frozen earth. Frost clawed its way over the
bark of the surrounding trees like rays of the moonlight, and the ice
stretched as far as she could see.
Except for
in the ring.
Her thoughts
collided into her. The Oilean had opened the channel; the power they had
funneled into the emerald stones had come from her. In horror, she had tried to fight against the weight of
how
the Oilean used
her in the ways of forbidden magic . . . She hadn’t stopped it, stopped them.
They had left her body to rot in the ancient woods, her remaining power
left to deteriorate with it. Closing her eyes, Lana heard the earth churning,
recoiling. And it was there, on the sigh of the wind, that the lingering
magic spoke to her.
Run.
Run.
Run.
When her
eyes opened, her resolve set. She had time. If war wasn’t ripping Kiero apart
at this moment, then there was still hope in the Rebellion. In Azarius.
Sucking in a
deep breath, Lana dipped into her thread of depleted power. Thanks to her
mother, the Oilean didn’t foresee her coming back from death, so they had
left a small ribbon of her ability. In a plume of smoke, the chains
disintegrated. She landed on her knees, and pain ripped through her.
Panting, she forced herself to move, her legs shaking like a newborn peryton’s.
Lana stood, then tumbled. Flakes of snow caught on her eyelashes, melting
against her skin.
She took one
step; her mind spun.
If the
Oilean wanted a body to display and relish in their victories, they would get
one. With a flick of her hand, she carved an imprint with the last
threads of her ability. Born from the wind, pieced together from the
earth, held together by her spilled blood, the body appeared, strung up in the
tree— a replica of her corpse.
Ripping
herself from the grim scene, Lana fled into the night. Each painful step jarred
her back to the present moment, pushing her to find Azarius. The whisper
of the world curled around her. Run.
Run.
Run.
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