By Destiny Bound (The Lost Shrines Book 2) by Amberlyn Holland

Author:Amberlyn Holland
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2016-11-13T00:00:00+00:00

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The message from Caerwyn was not reassuring, yet Maddyn shouldn't have been surprised.

While Ranulf wasn't exactly happy with his situation on the Isles, he'd seen no signs of danger or trouble from Marnak. But their youngest brother had not sent word since crossing into the borderlands.

Maddyn wanted to drop everything, ride into the disputed territory between Marnak and the Tribal lands and rescue Phelan. As the oldest, it was his job, his duty, to protect his brothers. He'd known that, even when he'd lain dying after Tresk's forces slaughtered their clan. He crawled, wounded and bleeding across the hundred yards that separated them to get to his brothers. Had held their hands and whispered the ritual words of death to ensure their safe passage, though there was no one to do the same for him.

And when Lady Alwyn offered them life, he'd been the one to accept it for all them.

For the first time, though, Maddyn was torn. He wanted to find Phelan, make sure he was safe and whole. But the thought of leaving Yve behind, abandoning her to the mercy of an assassin that already murdered one Kelan left him conflicted and impotently furious.

His purpose had never faltered. Not once since his mother placed the newborn Ranulf in Maddyn's hands and his father told him that, as the oldest brother, he was responsible for the tiny life. That family was responsible for family. He never forgot that. Had only had the lesson driven home with the loss of his parents and clan. Then again, when he failed to protect his foster parents. His brothers were all he had left, and he'd go to war to safeguard them. But they were as well trained as he was and more than capable of taking care of themselves.

Unlike Yve, who had been thrust into the middle of this political maelstrom. A simple novitiate, who'd never been trained to defend herself, left to fend for herself against sorcerers and assassins. How could he leave her alone? How could he not go to the aid of his brother?

Not that his conflicted feelings of duty and honor matter. Caerwyn was his Lord as well as his brother. And he'd ordered Maddyn to stay in Galwei and see his mission through.

So, instead of rushing to the stables for his mount, Maddyn dressed in the coarse, nondescript clothes of a common workman. He pulled up the hood to hide the telltale white-blond hair and headed into the city to search for answers he'd failed to find in the castle.

Despite his best efforts at disguise, a stir shivered through the first tavern the second he walked in. Even with his hair covered, his sheer size gave him away. Resigned to doing it the hard way, he pushed the hood down and made his way to a table at the back.

The same table could be found in every tavern, inn, and waystation Maddyn had ever frequented. Old men swapping lies and gossip in equal measure. They kept the stories and tales of the community alive, though most of the rest of the populace ignored them.

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