The land of Llathala lingers on the brink of war between men and elves, a dark history surrounding each race. Stirred by tensions of the land, a shadow of the past reemerges, taking precedence in reality and consuming the very soul of mans’ mortal weakness. Darrion, the son of a poor laborer, is ensnared in a hostile world, forced to choose between loyalty to his king or the counsel of the elves. Yet Fate has other plans in store, tying his course to Amarya, an elven royalblood of mysterious quality and unsurpassable beauty. But this forbidden connection incites betrayal from members of their own kin, marking them as traitors to the crown. In a land torn asunder, only Fate’s decree can allow such love to coexist with an ancient enmity.
Behold: A Llathalan Annal: Empyreal Fate – Part On
Skipping to Amarya’s side, Kierlyn beckoned that she rise so she could measure every limb and slender curve. She hummed as she worked - a melody in her throat - as if preparing for an evening of her own. As her attention deepened, sweet lyrics spilled from her lips, filling the chamber with gay musings:
“Candied apple limbs doth sway;
Rubber trees do light the way.
Molten crystal turned to glass;
I hurry far, I hurry fast.
I nimbly touch a ragged land;
So far, so free - alone I stand.
This is my realm; ‘tis mine to please,
I claim impossibility.”
Kierlyn giggled when her words met silence. "Ah, the morn is certainly bright! And before long, its close shall fall. Pity such preparations see the hours stray away. But as these things take time, I see the wisdom in getting you dressed early. We seek not to waste a moment.”
-–Scene from Empyreal Fate - Part One of Rachel Hunter’s Llathalan Annal series.