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Dreamwalker's Bride

“You are the least objectionable groom of all the ones I’ve seen,” Anaisa replied seriously. “Thank you for the glowing compliment,” Trace grinned, “but that didn’t quite answer my question.” ___ Anaisa is an orphan and a pariah. In an ultimate act of betrayal, her father, a Count of the Realm, is accused of deserting and betraying the army in a time of war. Not only is he immediately executed for the offense, but the king declares he must have been a fake all along! His two daughters are stripped of their titles and inheritance, replaced by a distant cousin and cast out of their home with nothing. Anaisa swears someday she will get her title and lands back, but in the mean time, she and her sister Katia have to figure out how to survive. Trace is an anomaly among his people; instead of revealing their son as a magic user and thrusting him into the public eye, his parents kept it a secret to allow him to choose the kind of life he wanted. Trace found himself content to rest and play in his own dream world instead of invading the nighttime visions of others. As an adult, his choice to remain unknown is thrown into jeopardy when a mysterious blackmailer forces Trace to enlist in the territorial war between nations, threatening to reveal his secret if the demand is not met. With the war now over, Trace believes he can finally go home to his farm and live the simple, unremarkable life he’s always desired. When Anaisa and Trace are thrown together by a royal edict, the sisters find themselves unwittingly tangled in the web of mystery and intrigue that surrounds the blackmailer’s escalating assignments for Trace. Anaisa begins to suspect it may be connected to the plot to replace her family in the noble court. As the scheme continues to unfold, lives, loves, marriages, and magic will be put to the test to see what forces in the world are strongest.

TheOtherNoble · Fantaisie
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Thunderbolts and lightning, very very frightening

Ford opened his eyes slowly, hating the raging headache that filled his mind.

And hating how waking up like this seemed to be slowly becoming a habit.

Yet, waking up at all must mean that his magic held out long enough. That was a blessing.

He lay on his side, wrapped in a blanket. His pillow was soft, and warmer than the chilly air around his face. Several worried expressions stared back at him.

They seemed to be in a kind of cleft in the chalky white cliff. Rain fell at the entrance in great sheets of water so thick that they looked to be behind a waterfall.

It reminded him of that stormy night hidden in the rock with Mia. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as his mind recalled the memory of that night.

But where was Mia now? There were only four faces staring at him from the loose semicircle of people. He opened his mouth to ask, but didn't get the chance.