the Red Pelican Assassin's Guild offered Sarenka a job she thought she was
getting a safe cottage to live in while she spied on philandering
innkeepers. She had no idea it would lead to wanted posters flapping in
the ocean breeze and eating scraps from dog bowls. Branded a murderess, her
only chance for survival is to escape Burmtin.
friends or allies she's lonely, desperate. Yet she dare not reveal her true
face for fear of what the slavers, mercenaries, pirates, and petty thieves will
do. Caught within a broiling cloud of deception, where psychics and ghosts
fight to control the twists of fate, Sarenka finds in the end that only one
thing matters: Can the same illusions that doom her, save her?
a world of decadent opulence and primitive tribalism. Unleash your imagination
and ride the tide of fantasy with shape-shifters and quicksilver demons. Lose
yourself in a labyrinthine world, Kyron’s Worlde.”
is a stand alone book in the Kyron's World saga. Other books in the series
include Foretold: Betrayal and Foretold: Seduction's Blade.
Hold on you lot!! This is a non stop fast paced thrill ride that will keep you guessing from the first page to the last word. This book was like a mini vacation for me and I was able to escape and just dive into the brilliant, vibrant and magical world that was Trapped.
4 out of 5 teacups
I shouldn’t be... this is wrong. I should be... Her
thoughts reeled, searching for answers. On my cot, clean and bandaged, not...
sticky... and smelling like....
The pervading scent of blood burst through her mind,
creating explosive tingles throughout her body. Sarenka’s scarlet eyes snapped
open. The lights of her freni-kyn hair sparked, throwing off bits of glowing
color. She threw herself backward, scrabbling to get away but the chain
anchored her there. Too close. Oh god!
The master’s glazed eyes stared coldly across the short
space. Her stomach wrenched into dry heaves, sending shards of pain stabbing
through her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting off the
morning-after-nausea of the foreveron drug. A single pain-tear trickled down
her cheek before she forced her eyes open.
Dead... he’s... dead. Dizzying relief flooded her senses.
She stared at the man’s broken body, lip lifting in a snarl. And he’ll never
touch me again.
About the Author:
Avid gardener and costume enthusiast, ES Tilton spends
her time petting cats, loving on family, playing with computers, and writing
fantasy fiction.Despite a recent move
to the country, she claims there is never enough time to follow her dreams, to
whatever strange land they may lead.She
is the proud owner of two cats, one lover, three children, and more plants than
she can take care of. Her other
interests include dancing, herbal healing, psychic phenomena, and, of course,