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Tatyanna longed to be normal. To fit in with her family, and not be an outsider at school. But that wish was never to be.
The changes began when she turned sixteen. Noticeable shifts in her appearance that made her feel like even more of a freak show. As the years went on, her differences couldn’t be ignored. A strange tattoo suddenly appearing. Odd things occurring with a simple touch of her hand. There seemed to be no explanation for any of it.
Until she met Dimitri.
He knows more about her than he should and acts as her guide into a world of magic he claims she plays a powerful role in. Dimitri introduces her to mysterious bartender, Emmett, who helps Tatyanna unearth her long-hidden truth. She is a royal from a hidden world that defies imagination. Now, that world is in peril, and Emmett and Dimitri need her help to save it.
All she has ever known is here. But failure to act could destroy this realm and the next. Can she channel the strength within her and achieve the impossible? Or will self-doubt prevent her from protecting all those who depend on her?
This book was previously published under the title, Tatyanna (Light and Darkness Book 1). The contents of this book are the same.
Marek only had eyes for Tatyanna, and the breath he had been holding rushed out of him. “Fuck me,” he whispered under his breath. “I'm going to screw this up,” he said more to himself.
Kwyk clapped him on the back with laughter in his voice. “That's what I'm betting on. This is going to be fun.”
Marek wanted to glare at his friend, but he couldn't take his eyes off the beauty in front of him. She walked like a queen, with her head up high. He could see that she was nervous, but she had no reason to be. Her skin had tanned during her journey, and he could see her black hair had a slight blue tint to it, outside of her recognizable blue bangs; the sign she was the rightful ruler.
Tatyanna and her friends stopped a few feet from where Marek was standing, and she stood there, uncertain of what to do next. She glanced around and was surprised to see everyone was bowing. Marek watched her like a hawk and saw her put her left hand over her right fist. He could see the telltale signs of an identical phoenix tattoo burning on her wrist, just like the one on his leg was doing. He wondered if she was aware of the significance.
Medo stepped forward and offered his arm to Marek. They both grasped each other’s elbows in a firm shake. “Good to see you again, old friend,” Medo said.
Marek opened his mouth to speak, but instead of greeting his friend, he said the worst words to ever come out of his mouth. “Medo, you didn't have to bring me any entertainment tonight. I have everything covered.” Marek inwardly cringed and blamed his idiotic cousin for putting those words into his head. He had no clue where that came from and hoped Tatyanna didn't hear him.
She stepped forward, and quietly asked, “Excuse me?”
Marek had already dug his hole, maybe he could dig it deeper, and she'd just blame it on the craziness of an old man instead of his true identity. He shrugged and pulled her to him by her waist. He rudely roamed his eyes over her thin, yet womanly, shape and smiled. “I bet we will have some fun together.”
“My Lord Marek, she is the princess,” Medo stammered out.
And then everyone could hear a crack as Tatyanna lashed out at Marek striking him across his face. He knew he was going to have a handprint there, and now his charade was over. Instead of hiding his identity, she knew who he was.
The princess leaned forward. “The only entertainment you are getting here is watching my backside walk away from you. I hope your balls shrivel up and die,” she said with venom in her voice, walking back the way that she came. Marek touched his aching cheek and knew he had met his soulmate.
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How do you say goodbye when you know it could be forever?
The death of Tatyanna’s trusted guardian has been foretold. Still, she must part ways with him as their journeys pull them down differing paths.
One must find an elusive princess and convince her to fight by their side.
The other hunts for clues of their enemy’s weaknesses.
The magical world is in a state of destruction, with darkness and unspeakable dangers surrounding them at every turn. Yet before the Royals can begin the work to repair their beloved homeland, they must first weed out the evil deeply rooted across the realm.
In the face of unimaginable odds, one truth becomes clear; sometimes the biggest obstacle a troubled soul can face is themselves. Will the hope found through forgiveness be enough to save the battered land? Or will the prophecy be fulfilled with the loss of someone Tatyanna holds dear?
“This is stupid, I can't believe we are on this stupid mission with you,” Cale said directing his words at Emmett. He had all but ignored Cyrus, refusing to talk to the healer. “I don't need you here; I can do this myself and be twice as fast. Why'd you come anyway?”
“Oh, I'm sorry, are you talking to me now?” Emmett asked sarcastically. “We've been walking beside you for the last hour and all you've done is complain and ignore Cyrus. I'd be careful if I were you, he may not heal you if you get hurt.”
Cale stopped and gave Emmett a death glare. “I don't need you here; you might as well just leave and join the other group.”
“Weren't you listening back there? Only three could go, meaning three had to go. So, bite your tongue, shut up, and move. We don't have all day; the sun is already starting to go down and we need to find the lighted path and then find somewhere safe to make camp tonight. Otherwise, we will be standing out like a sore thumb, and we don't want bandits or something worse coming along and finding us.” Emmett said, shoving Cale aside as he walked past them.
“By the way, meet Cyrus. I hope he does have to heal you; he has a horrible bedside manner.” Emmett said sarcastically.
“What?” Cyrus asked, pulling his attention towards the bickering pair.
“You heard me,” Emmett said, turning around and walking backward. “Come on, you have to know. I got stabbed in the stomach. As a healer, you’re supposed to heal and help take the pain away. But no, with you, you crammed your fingers into my wound; you might as well have jammed a blazing hot poker in there. It was torture.”
“You're healed, aren't you?”
“Not the point, man, not the point. Next time, have a gentler touch.”
“Next time, if you want gentle, get a woman to heal you.”
“Fine, I just hope that we won't need your services.” Cyrus grinned in response at the friendly banter between the two.
About the author:
I have been a life long reader and dreamer, turning to books every chance that I could. I can often be seen staring out a window having conversations with my many characters when I should be doing something else.
I currently live in Ohio with my husband and our two kids. When I'm not writing or day dreaming, I am a teacher by day, a gamer by night, and sometimes when the kids are asleep, I find the time to write.
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