by Kelly St. Clare
Fantasy of Frost
I know many things. What I am capable of, what I will change, what I will become. But there is one thing I will never know…
The veil I’ve worn from birth carries with it a terrible loneliness; a suppression I cannot imagine ever being free of.
Some things never change…
My mother will always hate me. Her court will always shun me.
…Until they do.
When the peace delegation arrives from the savage world of Glacium, my life is shoved wildly out of control by the handsome Prince Kedrick who, for unfathomable reasons, shows me kindness.
And the harshest lessons are learned.
Sometimes it takes the world bringing you to your knees to find that spark you thought forever lost.
Sometimes it takes death to show you how to live.
Join Olina in this coming-of-age fantasy.
Fantasy of Flight
My veil is gone and I need it back.
Stuck in the lethal Outer Rings of Glacium, I must fight to survive. And not just that; my true identity must remain the gravest of secrets. No one can find out I’m the Tatuma of Osolis – the princess of their enemy world – especially now I know why I’ve been veiled my entire life.
I have to believe I can do it, because only then can I continue the search for Prince Kedrick’s murderer and navigate my way back to King Jovan’s castle.
Has my mother refused Jovan’s peace offers and declared war? Do my brothers and Aquin know I’m alive? Who are my enemies and who are my friends?
Nothing is certain.
Though…if I think about it, nothing has been certain in a long time.
Fantasy of Fire
An army is half way to Glacium.
And not just any army – it belongs to my mother.
Time is running out as I rush to prevent a war which will kill thousands; The Solati people, my brothers, and the many Bruma I’ve come to care for.
Yet it appears preventing this interworld war is just one snowball in an avalanche of problems as the situation in Glacium becomes volatile and destructive. My various identities hover on the edge of discovery forcing me to consider drastic actions, and questions I’ve had since the abrubt end of the peace delegation are answered.
The two halves of me tug in opposite directions. The Tatuma of Osolis knows what she should do, and the Olina of Nowhere Special finally knows what feels right.
What it really comes down to is, am I brave enough to follow my heart?
Fantasy of Freedom
A part of me knew when I was taken from Osolis,
That when I returned—if I lived long enough to return—I would carry death and destruction to her doorstep.
That is the irony of peace.
It only comes after war.
So this was a fairly light yet sad romp, though not without its serious points about mixed race. Unique world building. I had a free six months subscription to Kindle Unlimited because I bought a new Kindle so I was reading anything there that sounded interesting. What a horrible bitch of a mother the main character has.