The Warlock of Dunivear

A monster lurks in the shadows of Dunivear.

Stepping into his new role as king has Anaros on edge, and Zynnera’s nightmares are doing little to ease his concerns. While she struggles to find acceptance from her people, Zynnera must also battle the images of murder plaguing her mind—not to mention her growing affection for the new king.

In a last effort to combat her visions, Zynnera and Anaros travel to the kingdom of Dunivear. Deep in the forest of Arnfell exists an entire village of witches and warlocks who understand Zynnera’s powers. But whether the people there are friendly is another thing entirely.

Having found people like her, Zynnera must choose whether to return to her life in Selvenor or give up the man she loves. Will her choice give Anaros the opportunity to propose, or will Zynnera find herself in the clutches of a murderer?

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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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