It was the day after the world had ended, and the court was celebrating.

Alex of Tirragen wanted to maim them all. Their cheering and toasts to Sir Alanna and shameless gloating about Roger´s fall felt like the ultimate mockery to him. They were celebrating nothing less than the death of one of their best - no, one that was far superior to them all ( Read more... )

Raelyn Fletcher was cheeky, clever and stubborn. She was ten, and her mother was dead.

They were eight girls at home, all of them flaxen and slender and with light brown skin. Most people could not tell them apart, although Cait, the oldest, was the most beautiful and had blue eyes, and Rae was quick and sharp-tongued and had grey eyes, and their ( Read more... )