Into the Ashes (WARRIORS OF THE FIANNA #3) by Sophia Nye EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Status: Available for Free Download
- Authors: Sophia Nye
- Language: English
- Genre: Historical Romance
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Size: 5.2 MB
- Price: Free
Ulaid, Éire
November, AD 1000
Diarmid reclined against the fallen trunk of an ancient oak, laughing as
his companions dined by his side on day-old oatcakes—a brief respite from
days of overland pursuit before the Fianna went to battle once more. This
time, they pursued Aodh, King of Ailech, who had captured Princess Cara
of Thurles. They intended to remedy that shortly.
These men, King Brian’s Fianna warriors, had become Diarmid’s family
over the past year. He had trained, fought, and bled beside them. Even a few
hours before a battle, nothing raised his spirits like moments shared with his
fellow Fianna. Only a mug of ale and a woman in his lap could improve
upon the evening. And though there was a woman present, she currently sat
on Dallan’s lap.
“You still haven’t told us how you’re here instead of in Laigin,”
Diarmid observed. “I thought your uncle wished you to leave the Fianna,
yet here you are, traveling north alongside us with your lovely bride.” He
smiled at her warmly with his compliment.
Dallan glared daggers at him, nose flaring, as though Diarmid would
actually attempt to steal his friend’s lover. Honestly, he should be insulted.
“Well?” Finn, a warrior who could play the harp so well he could make
a grown man weep, prodded Dallan. Of all of them, Finn was both the
tallest and fairest in coloring.
Dallan’s lips tightened as he exchanged a look with Niamh, the goldenhaired beauty on his lap. “It went poorly.”
Every one of them knew what that meant.
“Which one of them tried to kill you?” Diarmid asked.
Niamh’s bright blue eyes went wide. “How’d you know?”
“When things don’t go our way, there’s usually a sword involved, dear,”
Diarmid answered.
“She’s not your dear,” Dallan growled.
“I call every woman ‘dear,’” Diarmid explained slowly, as though
Dallan were addled.
Finn didn’t even attempt to suppress a chuckle at Dallan’s posturing.
Diarmid’s brother Conan joined right in with him.
Dallan frowned at them. “Laugh all you want. When it’s your woman
he’s after, I’ll be the one cackling.”
“Now wait just a moment,” Diarmid interrupted. “Never in my life have
I stolen a woman from a friend.”
“Come, now, Diarmid, you can hardly blame him,” Finn replied
smoothly. “In the ancient tales, was it not your namesake who stole Gráinne
from Finn mac Cumhail?”
Diarmid narrowed his eyes at Finn. “Aye,” he allowed. “And Finn mac
Cumhail’s first wife was turned into a deer. It seems to me he has trouble
with wives, not friends.”
“You bedded Ailis,” his brother Conan accused. “Remember?” Conan
turned to Finn and Dallan. “Love of my life, she was.”
“She stole your jeweled dagger!” Diarmid wished his brother sat close
enough to have his head smacked—maybe it would revive his memory.
Conan, his deep brown eyes the same as Diarmid’s, had the gall to look
affronted. “Then why did you bed her?”
“Oh, for the love of—”
“He hasn’t gone two days without a woman warming his bed,” Cormac,
his eldest brother, muttered unhelpfully. In Diarmid’s estimation, Cormac’s
manner of socializing was to sit, silently observing conversation, until he
decided how he could best thwart it.
For More Read Download This Book
EPUB