Description:
When Rema chose to be crowned queen and join the rebel forces, she knew she’d face the fight of her life. What she didn’t expect was to be kidnapped by an Emperion assassin and taken to the mainland to be executed in front of the emperor. How can she save Greenwood Island if she can’t even save herself?
Darmik knows he doesn’t have much time to rescue Rema. He’s denounced his position as Commander and Prince in order to join the rebels. But now he must rely on his family name in order to go before the Emperor—his uncle—and beg for Rema’s life.
If Rema and Darmik have any hope of being together and saving their kingdom, they must survive the greatest threat of all—Emperion.
This is the heart-pounding conclusion to The True Reign Series.
EXCERPT
“Today we’re working with daggers.” Nathenek pulled out two small knives. “Have you ever thrown one before?”
“No.” Savenek had taught her some basic sword work, and she knew how to shoot a bow. But those were the only weapons she was familiar with.
“Why are you smiling?” he asked.
She didn’t realize she was. “This sounds like fun.” And it was something that could come in handy.
Nathenek shook his head. “You should have been born in Emperion. You would’ve made an excellent soldier.” He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, a knife in each hand.
“Emperion blood runs through my veins,” Rema whispered.
“I figured it did. Your blonde hair and blue eyes give you away. Everyone from the lower class has your coloring.” Bending his arms, he quickly threw one dagger, and then the other, embedding each in the wooden door fifteen feet away.
“Your turn.” He motioned for Rema to join him. “Stand like me,” he instructed. She stood two feet from him and imitated his stance. “Good, now stand like that, facing the door over there.” He pointed to where his daggers were embedded.
Rema did as he said while Nathenek retrieved his weapons, yanking them from the door.
He stood next to her. “When you go to throw, there are a couple things to keep in mind.” Rema nodded, trying to commit all he said to memory. “You need to relax, clear your head, and put heat behind it.”
She raised an eyebrow. “That seems contradictory.”
“It’s not, trust me.”
Yeah, right, Rema thought. She couldn’t trust the man taking her to her death.
“Shake your arms, loosening them.” Rema did as he said. “Excellent. Now, when you hold the knife, you need to keep it secure in your hand, but you don’t want a death grip.” He flipped a dagger in the air, catching it, and handing it hilt first to Rema. She hesitated, and then took the weapon. Nathenek dangled her water sack from his hand.
“How did you do that?”
“Just remember what I do for a living,” he said, handing it back to her. “And don’t try anything.” She nodded. “Now lift your throwing arm back,” he instructed. “Reach forward, lightly flick your wrist, and release.” He threw his dagger, landing it in the door. “Your turn.”
Rema did as instructed—arm back, forward, flick, and release. Only her dagger didn’t strike the wood—it bounced off.
“Again,” he said, retrieving the weapons.
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About the author:
Jennifer graduated from the University of San Diego with a degree in English and a teaching credential. Afterwards, she finally married her best friend and high school sweetheart. Jennifer is currently a full-time writer and mother of three young children. Her days are spent living in imaginary worlds and fueling her own kids’ creativity.
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