The Gray Wolf Throne (A Seven Realms Novel)

Cinda Williams Chima

Language: English

Pages: 544

ISBN: 1423121384

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Han Alister thought he had already lost everyone he loved. But when he finds his friend Rebecca Morley near death in the Spirit Mountains, Han knows that nothing matters more than saving her. The costs of his efforts are steep, but nothing can prepare him for what he soon discovers: the beautiful, mysterious girl he knew as Rebecca is none other than Raisa ana'Marianna, heir to the Queendom of the Fells. Han is hurt and betrayed. He knows he has no future with a blueblood. And, as far as he's concerned, the princess's family as good as killed his own mother and sister. But if Han is to fulfill his end of an old bargain, he must do everything in his power to see Raisa crowned queen.

Meanwhile, some people will stop at nothing to prevent Raisa from ascending. With each attempt on her life, she wonders how long it will be before her enemies succeed. Her heart tells her that the thief-turned-wizard Han Alister can be trusted. She wants to believe it-he's saved her life more than once. But with danger coming at her from every direction, Raisa can only rely on her wits and her iron-hard will to survive-and even that might not be enough.

The Gray Wolf Throne is an epic tale of fierce loyalty, unbearable sacrifice, and the heartless hand of fate.

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to the Prince of Arden, Your Highness,” Lord Hakkam said. “Perhaps he would be satisfied with another match. My daughter Melissa, for example, is cousin to you, and a marriage between them would strengthen our ties outside the queendom.” “It would be a grave error to allow Gerard Montaigne to gain a foothold here,” Lord Bayar said. “The next thing we know, we’ll have the crows of Malthus flocking into the cities and taking over our temples.” “That will never happen,” Lord Averill said, glancing

them a bit. The sun shone down from a brilliant blue sky, kindling the ice that coated rock and pine branches. When they were still several miles below the notch, Byrne turned aside into a copse of trees. Raisa followed automatically, reining in when he did. “Here’s where it gets dangerous,” he said. “What do you mean?” Raisa looked about, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the gloom under the pines. Here and there, glittering shafts of sunlight penetrated all the way to the ground. Switcher

protecting body and spirit from toxins. It’s important that healers set boundaries during the healing process. You are of no help to your patient if you yourself succumb. Healers are teachers as well as therapists. They teach their clients to fight back. Healers are braver than the most valorous warrior, because they make themselves vulnerable. They open channels between them and those they treat. Leontus was a wire-haired zealot preaching to the unconverted, and students made fun of him each

Highness,” Willo murmured. Raisa fought back a prickle of unease. This was her grandmother, after all, and Willo was known throughout the Spirits as a gifted healer. Surely she could trust them. She’d always felt safe and cared for in the upland camps, away from the politics at court. Yet she felt besieged by enemies—so much of what she had once believed had turned out to be false. “Those who attacked me were renegade members of the Queen’s Guard,” Raisa said finally. “The only one of them I

asked. He seemed to be making a point of ignoring Raisa. “That is where we are hoping that you and Fire Dancer can help us,” Averill said. “There was a time that the Demonai were more conversant with charmcaster talents, charms, and capabilities. Some of that knowledge has been lost. Perhaps we can discuss this over the next few days and arrive at a plan of action.” Han drew his knees up under the covers and wrapped his arms around them. He’s so young, Raisa thought. He’s only—what—seventeen?

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