Thewinged knights—magically altered humans—are the only ones defending the portalfrom Av'lor to Earth. With defeat imminent, they find an unlikely source ofhope in software engineer, Kathryn.
Kathryndoubts her life could get any worse after the death of her mother and daughter.She realizes her mistake after she arrives on Av'lor with only part of herhouse and hungry creatures looking for their next meal. Once the knights bringher under their protection, she discovers their angry commander is far fromwelcoming.
Sir Lanclor,Commander of the Knighthood, lives with the curse of betrayal. While thetreachery occurred lifetimes before, few see past his guarded shell to the grimman beneath. Barely holding the Knighthood together, his grip tightens whenKathryn joins their ranks. Her stubbornness and surprising strength not onlyenergizes the knights, but also makes Sir Lanclor question his self-imposedisolation.
With theapproach of an invading army, Kathryn and Sir Lanclor must find a way to endcenturies of war and save two worlds.
"That reminds me. The Ball ofRemembrance is coming up in a few weeks. We should go together."
"A ball? You mean with dancingand stuff?" Kathryn remembered some of the best times in her life on adance floor.
"Yes. Don’t sound so surprised.In the middle of a war, this is one of the few times we can relieve stress. Youhave to go. There’ll be dancing, singing, drinking and a ton of food. Everyonetends to relax their guard a little, maybe get a little…friendly, if you knowwhat I mean?" Elena’s smile was infectious.
"Wait. They’re not going to behaving sex on the dance floor, are they?"
"Kate, men of Av’lor aren’tlike that. They’ll at least take us someplace private." Elena’s laugh madeKathryn smile and eventually join in.
"I think it would be a littleawkward. I don’t know what any of the other knights look like beneath theirarmor. What if I hooked up with someone I work with every day? That would makethings a little strained during drill the next day." An officer would beeven more awkward. Sir Garrent or Sir Lanclor. Even worse, what if it wasJakara? Knife training would have a whole new meaning.
"Oh, rank is suspended for the one day and it’s pretty anonymous. Everyone’s wings will be the same color.License to party." Elena laughed and started thrusting her hips towardsthe bathtub with a sponge in one hand and a bottle of cleaner in the other.
AUTHOR Bio and Links
SamRook lives in Vermont with her husband and two children. Her passion forfantasy novels began in high school with her desire to write following shortlythereafter. Software engineer by day, fantasy author by night, she strives togive her readers a chance to enjoy worlds that transport them away from thestress of everyday life.
AuthorCentral page: http://www.amazon.com/Sam-Rook/e/B00BPY857A/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1