The Orchid Throne
A PRISONER OF FATESynopsis sourced from Goodreads.
As Queen of the island kingdom of Calanthe, Euthalia will do anything
to keep her people free—and her secrets safe—from the mad tyrant
who rules the mainland. Guided by a magic ring of her father’s,
Lia plays the political game with the cronies the emperor sends
to her island. In her heart, she knows that it’s up to her to
save herself from her fate as the emperor’s bride.
But in her dreams, she sees a man, one with the power to build
a better world—a man whose spirit is as strong, and whose
passion is as fierce as her own…
A PRINCE AMONG MEN
Conrí, former Crown Prince of Oriel, has built an army to
overthrow the emperor. But he needs the fabled Abiding Ring to succeed.
The ring that Euthalia holds so dear to her heart. When the two banished
rulers meet face to face, neither can deny the flames of rebellion that
flicker in their eyes—nor the fires of desire that draw them together.
But in this broken world of shattered kingdoms, can they ever
really trust each other? Can their fiery alliance defeat the shadows
of evil that threaten to engulf their hearts and souls?
Jeffe Kennedy is an award-winning, bestselling author who writes fantasy, fantasy romance, and contemporary romance. She serves on the Board of Directors for SFWA as a Director at Large.
Her most recent works include Prisoner of the Crown and the upcoming Exile of the Seas, from her high fantasy trilogy from Rebel Base books, The Chronicles of Dasnaria, in the same world as her award-winning fantasy series The Twelve Kingdoms and The Uncharted Realms. She is a hybrid author, and also self-publishes a fantasy series, Sorcerous Moons. Her books have won the RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Fantasy Romance of 2015, been named Best Book of June 2014, and won RWA’s prestigious RITA® Award.
She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with two Maine coon cats, plentiful free-range lizards and a very handsome Doctor of Oriental Medicine.
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Excerpt of The Orchid Throne by Jeffe Kennedy, provided by the publisher.
“Arise, Your Highness. The realm awaits the sun of Your presence.”
The ritual words cut through the thick smoke of the nightmare, bringing me awake with a start. A bad omen that I hadn’t come out of the dreams on my own—and a sign that gave the images the power to linger in my mind, stains refusing to be scrubbed clean.
The wolf fought its chains, howling in hoarse rage, shedding fire and ash.
The sea churned, bloodred and crimson dark, bones tossed in the waves, white as foam.
The tower fell into a pile of golden rubble, then to fine sand, the grains sliding against one another with soul-grinding whispered screams.
I loathe dreaming…