Winter in Autumn's Garden

Maisie

Kylan’s rescue of me from Rylan’s tower is daring and powerful. Showy. The act of a true hero and high king. But my heart still belongs to his brother, Rylan. And always will. 

As we enter the Olive Courtyard, I feel the echoes of darkness and foreboding, the fearful tremors of the night before and remnants of the Fear Dorca’s essence and scent. I can’t get the smell of black iris and wild elderberries out of my nostrils. Though they should be pleasant fragrances, they have become the smell of fear and impending doom to me now.

All around us, darkness echoes and bounces. There’s no time to lose. If Kylan and I are to save the realms, we must marry now. Before nightfall. Before Jezellion finds out…