Battles of Salt and Sighs (Rise of the Death Fae Book 1) by Val Saintcrowe

Author:Val Saintcrowe [Saintcrowe, Val]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Punk Rawk Books
Published: 2021-08-24T16:00:00+00:00

WHEN THERE WAS a knock at Magdalia’s door, she assumed it was Duranth and called out, “I thought you were busy all day running everything!”

The knock came again, more insistent. “Please, dominissa, let me in,” said a low voice.

She hurried to the door, drawn by the honorific more than anything else. No one called her that now. No one spoke to her except Duranth. Even though she knew it was pointless, she seized the door knob and tried to turn it. “I can’t let anyone in. I’m locked in here.”

“Ah,” said the voice. “Of course. Well, perhaps that’s better. We can speak through the door.”

“Who are you?”

“I am here with a message from your sister, that’s all you need to know. She asks if you remember the year that the harvest festival was delayed due to the roast turkeys all being burned?”

“Of course,” said Magdalia, thinking this was a very strange thing to send in a message to her.

“What did you say about that? What did you call them?”

Oh, it was a test, for her to prove her identity, and the preceding story had proved that the message came directly from Onivia. Wasn’t her sister clever? Magdalia would never be so clever. “I called them burnty birdies,” she said. She had been rather young at the time.

“Yes,” said the messenger. “It is you, then. Her message is as follows. ‘Do not give in to despair, little Magda. I love you.’”

Magdalia waited, but the voice didn’t say anything else. “That’s all?”

“Yes.”

“Where is she?”

“She is in the encampment of a fae cohort led by a princep named Akiel,” said the voice. “Do you have a message in return?”

So, Onivia was being held captive, but she’d somehow contrived to send this message. It was vague because she could not come out say what she meant, but Magdalia thought her sister was trying to tell her that she was coming for her.

Of course Onivia would try. She would never leave her alone here.

Magdalia was hit with a wall of shame. Here she was, prisoner, true, but enjoying Duranth’s favor and housed in a lavish bedchamber, fed the choicest of meals. She could be using her influence on the Croith to free her sister.

Why hadn’t she done so?

But then she thought of asking for anything from Duranth—admitting that he was in charge and that she needed him—and her stomach curdled. “Tell her that I love her too, and that I bid her to think first of herself, that I am unharmed here.”

“Very good,” said the voice. “I bid you farewell then, dominissa.”

Then there was nothing, not even the sound of footsteps.

The messenger had gone.

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