The Warlock of Dunivear

Murder. Every night Zynnera’s mind is plagued by it. But is it real? Zynnera relies on her father’s stories to guide her and a trip to Dunivear could be the key to understanding not only Vander’s words, but also herself. She is desperate to rid her mind of nightmares of the man in the black cloak and with red streaks in his hair. Anaros struggles to carry the burden of his kingdom while defending Zynnera from the judgments of his people, and hopes to find the moment he needs to tell her the truth. The solution to both may lay in Dunivear, but Anaros isn’t the only one with eyes on the girl with golden magic.

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Anaros had followed me from the tent. He leaned against the boulder I was sitting on for several minutes, watching me flip through the pages. “Zynnera, what are you doing?”

I wiped a few tears from my face. “I’m looking for a spell. Something to make them stop.”

Anaros sighed, moving in front of me. He placed his hands on mine to stop me from turning the pages. He closed The Tahetya, pulling it off of my lap and placing it back inside the satchel. I stared back at him, fighting against a complete emotional breakdown.

“I’m tired of being afraid.” I sobbed. “I’m tired of being afraid to close my eyes. Tired of being weak. I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”

Anaros wrapped his hand around mine. “Everyone has fears, Zynnera. All of us.”

I shook my head. “You don’t ever seem to be afraid.”

Anaros tilted his head back and laughed. “That certainly isn’t true.”

I squeezed his hand. “What are you afraid of then?” I didn’t really believe his words.

“I’m afraid I’m not strong enough. Not adequate enough to be king. At least not the king the people deserve. And I’m afraid of losing the people I love, of this darkness that still settles over Selvenor.” He paused for a moment, taking the time to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear. He flashed me a smile. “Snakes. I’m afraid of snakes.”

I laughed. “Snakes?”

He nodded. “We’re all afraid, Zynnera. Fear makes us human. Having fear doesn’t make us weak; however, facing it does make us strong.”

I shook my head again. “What if I can’t face it? What if I don’t know how?”

“We’ll do it together. Just like we always have. I promise we will figure it out. Whatever comes our way, we’ll face it together.”


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