The Stolen Throne by Abigail Owen EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Abigail Owen
- Language: English
- Genre: Epic Fantasy
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THE BROKEN
SHADOWRAITH
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You’d think stealing a queen would be easy for a Shadowraith.
Considering I once kidnapped a princess from this very palace and no one
stopped me, it should be. But that was before Eidolon, the king of Tyndra,
moved in. He is why, instead of using my power over shadow to get to her
unseen, I’m standing in a forgotten room at the top of a set of dark stairs
that lead down into an underground cistern. He’d know if I used my
shadows.
As my maker, he can use them, too.
“Goddess help me,” a voice whispers in the darkness, and for a heavy
second, I think it’s her.
Meren.
My heart surges to life as I listen, waiting, straining to hear that voice
again. To make sure it was actually her.
Nothing.
The breath of hope I’d been holding rattles out of my chest. Who am I
kidding? I’m not that lucky. Besides, there are plenty of other things that
whisper to me. Most aren’t good.
I don’t think it was one of Eidolon’s Shadows—the fractured, evil pieces
of the king’s soul that I carry inside me. The voice would have sounded like
my own because I’m one of those Shadows, too. The one to get away. To
stand against him.
It could have been a desperate stranger crying out for help. I hear them
every night, their voices coming from all over the six dominions of Nova—
despairing people who whisper pleas into the dark that they think go
unheard, but the shadows carry their words to me. I used to find them—the
Vanished, people would call them—and take them to the safety of the
Shadowood for a chance at a new life, but the Shadowood isn’t safe
anymore. I can’t save anyone.
“Pathetic.” A new voice rings in my head. This one I recognize, because
it comes from within. This is one of Eidolon’s Shadows. “If you can’t save
them, why could you save her?”
“Shut up,” I mutter.
That sets the other Shadows off. Their voices in my head blend and blur
as they talk over one another. The foul things I carry fight for control every
second of every hour of every day. If my tenuous control slips, the Shadows
will gleefully bury my consciousness down deep in a tomb made of my own
body and take over. There’s no telling what they’d do after that.
Tightening my hands into fists, I force them back down.
It works—for now.
Luckily, Cain, who is with me down here, doesn’t seem to notice any of
that. He’s too pissed off about what we’re about to do.
In the history of bad ideas, kidnapping the woman everyone believes to
be the queen of the dominion of Aryd out from under the nose of the
powerful king they think she’s married to, especially when I can’t use my
powers to do it, ranks right at the top.
But it’s the best we could come up with.
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