Vows & Ruins by Helen Scheuerer EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Helen Scheuerer
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THEA
For the past three weeks, the blood-spattered training ring had become
Thea’s home, just as the rage coursing through her had become her
anthem.
Girl. Alchemist. Shieldbearer. Woman. Guardian. Apprentice. Wraith
slayer. Heir.
Each marker had burned hot and bright, and faded in her wake like ash
as she strived for the only name she cared about: Warsword.
The fate stone resting against her heart was a stark reminder of just how
little time she had left to achieve that dream. Two and a half years. A blink
of an eye in a lifetime. A drop in an ocean. She had to make it count.
Thea flipped her blade in her scar-flecked hand, revelling in the weight
of real steel, in the way it carved through the air at her will. She moved in a
predatory circle around her opponent, ignoring the throbbing pain in her
ribs and the strange tingling sensation of two bruised, swollen knuckles.
‘You can’t dance around me all day, Thea,’ prompted Torj Elderbrock,
the Bear Slayer, his own blade raised.
Desperate to shed the restlessness within, Thea struck, whirling lightly
on her feet, aiming a precise slash at Torj’s exposed side, the silver glinting
in the early morning light.
He blocked easily. The ringing impact of his sword against hers vibrated
up her arm, a reminder of the Furies-given strength the Warsword kept in
check during their sparring sessions.
Little did he know that he wasn’t the only one trying to contain his
abilities.
Almost no one knew of the magic that stalked beneath Thea’s skin, of
the chaos she could unleash. The unbroken lightning was a song as she
sparred. Like a cyren call from the ancient deep, it lured her to the greater
power she could summon at her fingertips. Neither the comfort of the steel
in her hand nor the persistent ache of her muscles could quell that crackle of
magic surging through her now.
‘Come on, Thea!’ Kipp called enthusiastically from the sideline,
shoving his auburn hair from his eyes with a grin.
Cal whistled his own encouragement from where he stood, bruised and
bloodied from his own sparring match. ‘You slayed a fucking shadow
wraith. You can take him.’
‘It was a reaper, actually,’ Thea called back.
At Cal and Kipp’s encouragement, guilt bloomed amid the sea of anger.
They’d tried to talk to her over the last few weeks, but there was so much
she couldn’t tell them, so much she didn’t understand herself.
Thea twirled her blade and adjusted her stance, readying herself to
attack again, her Guardian totem strapped to her right arm, the crossedswords symbol glinting in the sunlight as she delivered a swift upward cut
to her temporary mentor.
Temporary, because her sworn mentor, Wilder Hawthorne, the Hand of
Death and the most infamous warrior in all the midrealms, had abandoned
her.
Their time together was a heated blur, culminating in the discovery of
who she truly was…
A lost heir of Delmira. A storm wielder.
And then he’d drawn the line between them.
After unleashing her storm magic atop the cliffs and passing out, Thea
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