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Blurb:
Princess Kindar of Anost dreams of playing the hero and succeeding to
her mother’s throne. But dreams are for fools. Reality involves two healthy
sisters and a wasting disease of suffocating cough that’s killing her by
inches. When her elder sister is murdered, the blame falls on Kindar, putting
her head on the chopping block.
No one who survives eighteen years of choke lung
lacks determination. A novice wizard, Maladonis Bin, approaches with a vision—a
cure in a barren land of volcanic fumes. As choices go, a charming bootlicker
that trips over his own feet isn’t the best option, but beggars can’t be
choosers. Kindar escapes with Mal and several longtime attendants only to have
her eyes opened that her country faces dark times.
Her mother’s decision to close the prosperous
mines spurs poverty and joblessness, inciting rebellion and opening Anost to
foreign invasion. As Mal urges her toward a cure that will prove his visions,
suddenly, an ally turns traitor, delivering Kindar to a rebel army, who have
their own plans for a sickly princess.
With the killer poised to strike again, the
rebels bearing down, and the country falling apart, she must weigh her personal
hunt for a cure against saving her people.
EXCERPT:
“Princess
Kindar, Her Majesty will see you,” a chamberlain barked from her mother’s
bedchamber.
Kindar
strode forward alone. As the door closed after her, she sank into a deep
curtsey before moving forward to the center of the room. Empress Eugenie
Stefanous sat before a large mirror, clothed in her undergarments. Seventeen
when her first daughter was born, the empress was still young, her belly and
hips pleasantly rounded. Her auburn hair fell in a thick mass of long curls
around a delicately painted face.
After
bearing three daughters, Empress Eugenie had retired her husband, not wanting
to ruin the fortunate omen with another child. Now she confined herself to her
own amores. The empress’ two current favorites lounged on a chaise. Young
enough to be her children, they sported more paint than their mistress. Kindar
pushed down irritation that these wretches sat while she must stand.
Behind
her mother, the First Minister Hayden wore a military uniform which had never
seen a day’s fight. He held a sheaf of papers from which to report his latest
information. Information his extensive team of spies provided. “… and the
disposition of the Cushwair rebels remains unchanged.” Minister Hayden cut off
as he saw her, stooping to whisper into her mother’s ear.
Eugenie
lifted her eyes to Kindar’s reflection in the mirror. “I hear your humours are
clean this morning, Daughter.”
Suddenly,
answers clicked in Kindar’s mind. The physician had been suggested by Minister
Hayden as punishment for failing to show him favor. Kindar narrowed her eyes.
From such men as this, her mother sought the advice that would dictate her
children’s futures. But this meant her mother might be well-disposed toward
her. Her optimism grew to a painful intensity. After all, Eugenie needed all
three daughters to give weight to the omen. Kindar curtseyed again. “Yes,
Majesty.”
“Strange.”
The empress turned her eyes from contemplating her own face in the mirror to
favor her daughter with a glance. “Your humours are seldom clean.”
“It
is more auspicious for the wedding, Majesty, if I’m not bled.”
“Perhaps.”
Empress Eugenie set down a thick rope of diamonds and picked up a necklace of
pearls. “That gown doesn’t suit you. You look like a scrawny washed-out rabbit.
Why did I ever choose it? Never mind, I suppose it will do for you. I have made
a decision about your future.” The minister bowed, looking suitably impressed.
“Yes,
Majesty.” Kindar waited with a fluttering heart. The throne could not belong to
an unmarried woman; the law made that clear. In addition to making her a
legitimate heir, a betrothal would give her certain freedoms, such as the end
of these painful morning visits. Even if she did not care for the peer chosen
by her mother, a betrothal would give her status. She would be higher than
Ceria, instead of equal, and able to overrule her actions.
Michelle Hauck lives in the bustling metropolis of northern
Indiana with her hubby and two teenagers. Besides working with special needs
children by day, she writes all sorts of fantasy, giving her imagination free
range. A book worm, she passes up the darker vices in favor of chocolate and
looks for any excuse to reward herself. Bio finished? Time for a sweet snack.
She is a co-host of the yearly query contests
Query Kombat, Nightmare on Query Street, New Agent, PitchSlam, and Sun versus
Snow. Her epic fantasy, Kindar's
Cure, was published by Divertir Publishing. Her short story, Frost and Fog, was published by
The Elephant's Bookshelf Press in their anthology, Summer's Double Edge. Elephant’s
Bookshelf Press also published another of her short stories, The Unfinished Task, in their winter
anthology, Winter’s Regret. She’s
represented by Sarah Negovetich of Corvisiero Literary.
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