The second novel, The Dead Daughter, in Aimee Shaye’s Cursed Kingdom series has recently released. To showcase this launch I have been granted excerpts to each novel and the link for an awesome giveaway. Read below to find more about this new adult fantasy series.
Long ago, magick filled the land of Dramolux. But one sorceress delved too deep into dark sorcery and tainted the creatures inhabiting the land. In an effort to save all creatures, a noble sentinel locked the dark powers away. For generations, the dark ones were controlled, passed down to those who ruled the sentinel kingdom. All is peaceful until the newest sentinel queen is murdered and all the magick is released back into the world. It is now up to her daughter, Princess Aymeri–who has no knowledge of what she truly is–to recapture it. But another dark sorceress is on the rise. She wants to lay claim to the magick and wield it herself, in an effort to take all of Dramolux under her control. The odds are against Aymeri and the magick the sorceress wants is evil. Aymeri must prepare to battle or die fighting for the survival of her people.
Sighing, she straightened her clothes, adorned yet again in the colors of mourning, then found herself parchment and a fountain pen—the ink clearly fresh; she’d have to thank Ser Parzival for that—and folded her hands as she had seen her parents do countless of times as they waited.
It wasn’t too long before Ser Parzival knocked on the door, then introduced her to Prince Drystan of Bréîn. She could not fathom why it was so urgent for him to meet her today.
After dismissing Ser Parzival, she held out a hand toward the seat opposite her and waited for Prince Drystan to get comfortable before leaning forward. “Ser Parzival informed me that it was crucial we meet today, though I cannot fathom what you could possibly need me for that is more urgent than laying my dead mother to rest.”
Prince Drystan briefly bowed his head before looking directly at Aymeri. “I am profusely sorry about the beloved Queen’s untimely death, Princess Aymeri.”
“And yet, how sorry can you truly be if you have called for this appointment on the day when you knew my mother was to be laid to rest.” Easy Princess, he is an asset. Aymeri rolled her eyes at the voice in her head, who clearly did not know what she was talking about. What asset could a narcissistic prince, of some unheard-of country, be?
“The matter is such, Princess, that I must put my people before all else.”
Aymeri tried to size him up. His answer seemed genuine and his tone posed no threat. Nor did his body language. He was sitting squarely in his seat, his eyes making constant contact with hers. Her gut gave her no warning, no inkling that he was up to no good. But still there begged a question: “What do your people have to do with me, Prince Drystan? We owe you nothing.”
She was born an ill-fated princess. She was destined to be a savior.
Princess Kumud Maudlin of Treoles is a rescued prisoner of her own castle after twenty-three years of seclusion. Now that she has a second chance of life, thanks to her rescuer–and sister-Queen Aymeri, she must learn to speak with her words and control the wayward magick inside of her.
Meanwhile, the evil Empress Dimia is advancing toward Treoles with a vengeance for the magick guarded by Kumud’s sentinel sister, and ruler of Treoles.
Will Princess Kumud control her magick and help Treoles retaliate or will Treoles fall before it even stands a chance?
No! Go away! Don’t touch me! Her muffled, almost incoherent screams jerked her out of her sleep. Electricity jolted across the room, breaking various ceramics in its wake. Her dark hair was plastered to her face by the salty tears and sweat which coat it. She heard nothing but the pounding of her heart and her ragged breaths loud in her ears. While night terrors were nothing new to her, it had been some time since the last one. Though it had not been nearly as tense nor as long as what she just experienced. What is wrong with me? The question constantly crossed her mind. For her actions and thoughts to be as cynical as these, something had to be wrong with her. She knew she was out of harm’s way, and yet fear still weaved itself into her thoughts. Still grabbed hold of her.
She clutched her hand to her nightwear and sat up in bed, her back against the smooth headboard. You are no longer in that hell, she reminded herself. You are free now. Surrounded by people who love you. Although she knew this, there was ever the notion that something terrible would happen at any moment and ruin the happiness they all found.
For the first time in twenty-three years, she was amongst people. She could hug them. She got to know them. She finally sat with her sister and conversed with her. She had to admit it, Aymeri’s ability to learn was quick; she was able to talk in full sentences using only her hands. While she would speak aloud on occasion, it was only to help Kumud form words. They were taking it easy, but she got the hang of small ones. She was able to say her name and those of the people who surrounded her: Jorlyn, Breya, Drystan, and Madam Bheva. Those were the ones who mattered the most.
“Kumud!” Aymeri crashed through the room door in her nightwear, immediately using her magick to light the candles in the room, and gathered Kumud into a hug. Kumud hugged her sister in return, thankful for the familiarity of her touch as her sister smoothed her hair and tucked the loose strands behind her ears. “Are you okay?”
Kumud pulled out of the hug to use her hands to answer her sister. I had another nightmare. I was chained to the bed again. She paused as tears spilled out of her eyes. When will these dreams stop?
Excerpts ©2020 Aimee Shaye. Reprinted with permission.
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