PREVIEW
... pling as dozens of glowing runes circled her in complex constellations.
She looked down on her daughter "You were never fit to bear the Bleaufort name, Florence. You let love soften you and let weakness rot your will."
"I will burn that frailty from you... until nothing remains but strength."
Florence’s golden eyes flared brighter and pebbles began to rise around her feet, then chunks of stone, then entire fragments of floor torn from their foundation.
"I’ve carri ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE























