Book 1: Rider’s Revenge

She chose the path of revenge. But is she strong enough to survive it?

“Rider’s Revenge is a fast-moving epic, featuring a heroine that’s bravely thrown herself into unimaginable peril…for fans of Trudi Canavan’s Black Magician trilogy, Kristen Britain’s Green Rider series, Rachel Hartman’s Seraphina.”

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“It’s not too late to choose a different path, K’lrsa dan V’na of the White Horse Tribe.”

K’lrsa turned to the Lady Moon. “Yes. It is. And that life? That was never the life for me. Never the life I wanted. To sit around a campfire with babies and grandbabies at my feet?” She laughed, soft and low, refusing to cry once more, to acknowledge the subtle appeal of those promises of peace and love.

She would never be the woman in those images, even if she did turn back now.

And what would she go back to? Her father, the only one who had truly loved and believed in her, was gone. If she went back, her mother and brother would call her a fool and a child. They’d insist she marry and give up Fallion and her dreams of being a Rider.

She couldn’t do it.

She couldn’t watch the light go out of F’lia’s eyes when she learned of L’ral’s death. Or watch her mother walk through each day all stoic and proud, only allowing herself to cry in the privacy of her tent in the middle of the night.

No. K’lrsa couldn’t go back to that. She wouldn’t.

She shook her head, shoulders tight with anger. “I’ve chosen my path. I made a vow to your husband. I intend to keep it.”

The Lady Moon glided along the desert sands while K’lrsa’s feet sank deeper with each step. “You would choose the path of revenge? Of hatred? You would swear to kill another you’ve never even met?”

K’lrsa refused to meet the Lady Moon’s fathomless eyes. “Yes. For my father. And for the tribes.”

The Lady Moon was silent for a long moment before she replied. “And what if you’re wrong, K’lrsa dan V’na? What if the one you seek to kill isn’t the one responsible?”

K’lrsa did meet her eyes then. She felt so small, so alone against the vastness she saw there, but she shook the feeling away. “It doesn’t matter. My father was right. The Daliphate is destroying us. We become weak, unable to fulfill our sacred duty. The Daliphate must be destroyed before it destroys us.”