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Copyright \u00a9 2026, Roseanna M. White All rights reserved. Reproduction in part or in whole is strictly forbidden without the express written consent of the publisher, with the exception of a brief quotation for review purposes. Cover artwork and map by Caroline Smith of www.CarolineCalligraphie.com Cover design and typesetting by Roseanna White Designs WhiteCrown Publishing, a division of WhiteFire Publishing 13607 Bedford Rd NE Cumberland, MD 21502 ISBNs: 979-8-88709-153-2 (paperback) 979-8-88709-154-9 (digital) 1kitap1.com\/en MAP 1kitap1.com\/en DEDICATION To Kristy Burtenshaw who told me about wings of light and flame.<\/p>\n

1kitap1.com\/en PRONUNCIATION GUIDE FOR NAMES Remember: J sounds like Y and emphasis is usually on the first syllable Andresa \u2014 AHN-dray-suh Daemon \u2014 DAY-muhn Dania \u2014 DAH-nee-ah Einar \u2014 AY-nar Elianne \u2014 EH-lee-ahn Fjordlandi \u2014 fyord-LAN-dee Fjordic \u2014 FYORD-ic Fodur \u2014 FOH-der Freya \u2014 FRAY-uh Isidor \u2014 EEZ-uh-dor Krystiana \u2014 KRIS-tee-ahn-uh Mamma \u2014 MOM-uh Nikanor \u2014 NEEK-uh-nor Rafnar \u2014RAFF-nar Reykstoll \u2014 RAKE-stahl Stefanos \u2014 stef-AHN-ohs Tristan \u2014 TRISS-tan Valkyrja \/ Kyrja \u2014 val-KEER-ya \/ KEER-ya 1kitap1.com\/en T 1 he water waited, asking to be pulled up from the springs beneath the arena, to be chilled and frozen into the icy floor beneath Valkyrja\u2019s boots.<\/p>\n

To be crystallized in the air, built into snowflakes larger than what nature ever produced on its own. Who was she to ignore it? A smile on her lips, she expanded the crystals she\u2019d helped form into a sculpture suspended in the air and sent it spinning. Her brother batted them away, turning her work into powder with a flick of his hand and a sigh not as indulgent as usual.<\/p>\n

\u201cPretty and useless, Kyrja. Focus.\u201d A word he said so often, she heard it in her sleep. Focus. Will. Act. No need to wonder why Einar\u2019s tone was sharp today though. Just as there was no need to dart her gaze toward their small audience to feel their family\u2019s attention. Mamma, always encouraging. Fodur, always cold and impassive and untouched by the feeling that would melt the ice he needed to rule Fjordlandi.<\/p>\n

And of course, Krystiana, always taunting. \u201cPretty and useless\u2014that ought to sound familiar.\u201d Kyrja rolled her shoulders, telling herself her older sister\u2019s words slid off as well. Himmel knew she\u2019d been hearing similar insults all her nearly- thirty-five years. Her brother, older than her by two decades, caught her gaze and silently bade her to follow the instructions he\u2019d given her countless times since she\u2019d been Awakened to the Blessing on her fifth birthday. He, as the eldest child of the king and the Heir\u2014an official office that, so far as she could tell, gave him nothing but headaches and responsibility\u2014had been given the honor of slicing her finger with the Awakening Blade.<\/p>\n

Of watching the bowl for the telltale flourish of magical blood in the water.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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