Synopsis
Prince
Daymon is an Evoker—possessor of rare and feared magical powers.
When
he is captured by bandits who plan to use his gifts for their own benefit he
must depend upon his lover to come to his rescue.
Rhyder
is captain of Daymon’s personal guard and the legendary ‘Lion of the West’, but
can he reach the man he loves before it’s too late?
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Excerpt
He will come for you. Daymon’s good fingers stole up to his left ear, feeling the shape of the small jewel still threaded through the lobe and then the right, empty one. Rhyder was as strong and as fierce as all the stories said and as stubborn a man as Daymon had ever known. Once Rhyder had decided on something, there was no stopping him—and Rhyder had decided on Daymon. It didn’t matter if his father did nothing, too paralyzed by paranoia or drink to break his self-imposed confinement. It didn’t matter if Daylor, torn between genuine love for his brother and his strong sense of filial duty towards their father, was likewise unable or forbidden to act. Rhyder would come—if Daymon believed in nothing else, he would believe in this. It was the only thing left for him to believe. Where Daymon fell short of anything resembling strong or heroic, Rhyder was everything a hero should have been, and more. Where Daymon’s courage failed him, Rhyder’s would never waver.
“I’m
sorry. Rhyder, I’m sorry….” The apology was as much for himself as it was for
Rhyder, for his isolation, combined with the surrounding darkness, conjured to
mind half-remembered fears from long ago. Yet perhaps, even now, his valiant
captain was making his way here. Perhaps he was already nearby, and merely
waiting for the right moment to strike. Perhaps—
The
door to Daymon’s cell burst open with a high-pitched squeal, and Daymon held
himself still, determined at least not to flinch away. He owed Rhyder that
much. I’m not afraid, he told himself
silently. I’m not afraid at all. You can hurt me all you
want, but Rhyder is coming, and I won’t be afraid.
He
only wished the last part were true.
About the Author
DIANA
WATERS is a New Zealander currently living in rural Japan. She has no idea
where in the world she’ll be this time next year and is pretty okay with that.
Other than reading and writing, her main passions include travel, Japanese pop
culture, and competitive swimming.
DIANA
WATERS can be found at:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/diana__waters
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