The Maleficent Faerie by Rebecca F. Kenney EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Rebecca F. Kenney
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The Princess and I shouldn’t be here.
As her bodyguard, I should know better than to indulge her, but—
Eonnula help me—she’s so damn persuasive.
When she looked into my eyes this morning, clasped her hands, and
said fervently, “Aura, I want to go to the Lifegiving Festival,” I couldn’t tell
her no.
Mostly because I wanted to go, too. I long to feel the Surge, when the
adoration of the crowd reaches its height and our magic is refilled, when the
presence of Eonnula Herself becomes a tangible thing.
Two high-spirited young women can only be kept in a castle for so long
before they decide to indulge in a little rebellion. So the Princess and I are
standing side by side, at the edge of the vast courtyard of the Annoran
Temple, with the sweetish smoke from the incense burners filling our
nostrils. The sunshine heats my skin, soaking into my leathers. Even here,
with the incense so strong, I can discern the faraway fragrance of hot spun
sugar, roasted bricklebones heavy with grease, and steaming fruit pies. After
the Surge, most of the guests will scatter to eat, laugh, and exclaim over the
experience. Others will find cool, quiet corners in which to fuck each other,
purging the sexual arousal the Surge can incite.
But we won’t stay for that part. We’ll leave the minute it’s over. It’s a
brief carriage ride back to the summer palace—shorter if we take the road
through the woods. That path veers a little closer to the Daenallan border
than the main road, but it’s perfectly safe. None of the Daenalla have
ventured into our lands for a couple of years now.
I’ve become a bit complacent, I suppose, but not totally careless. I
insisted we bring along two of the best palace guards. They’re flanking us
now, a pair of grim-jawed mountains in bluesteel armor. Like the Princess,
they’re human, and the bluesteel offers them protection from magic. Not that
they’ll need such defenses here, among the joyful crowd of humans and
Caennith Fae gathered for the Lifegiving Festival at the Annoran Temple.
Music shatters the air, the thunderous drumbeat resounding through my
body, mingling with the jubilant blare of bright horns and the soaring
melody of strings. The throng of worshipers has already been whipped into a
frothy sea of adulation, and they’re shouting along with the Priest who’s
leading the song. He stands on a platform under the blazing suns, naked to
the waist, his lean body shining with sweat. He raises his jeweled staff and
pumps his fist as he sways and sings. He doesn’t have wings, but a pair of
goat’s horns mark him as one of the Caennith Fae. One of my kind.
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