Spark of a Feudling

Spark of a Feudling

Wendy Knight

Language: English

Pages: 288

ISBN: 150041347X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Spark of a Feudling

Wendy Knight

Language: English

Pages: 288

ISBN: 150041347X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Hate can start a war, but a shattered heart can fuel it for centuries. Everything Ada does is wrong. She’s the daughter of a Duke but she isn’t proper or formal. She prefers the company of her servants—particularly Christian, the boy she’s loved since she was six years old, and his sister, Charity, Ada’s very best friend in the entire world. Ada isn’t just the daughter of a Duke. No, she’s the daughter of one of the most powerful Edren sorcerers alive, and no matter how strong she is, it isn’t strong enough. Ada will give up almost everything to earn her father’s pride. Christian has loved Ada since the day his mother became her governess. But two societies are determined to keep them apart—the aristocracy who say a groom will never be good enough for a Duke’s beautiful daughter, and the sorcerers who say a Carules and an Edren can never be together. Christian will do anything to make Ada his—even drive himself to madness. When Ada suspects her father of hurting Charity and Christian in his quest for knowledge, she is torn between loyalty to him, and a fierce determination to protect them. The division tears her soul and breaks her heart. The pieces of her broken heart will start a war that can only be stopped by the death of the most powerful warrior alive by the hand of the boy who loves her. **Bonus Story –Feudlings in Peace**Join Ari, Shane, Ada, Christian and everyone they love as they chase their happily ever after.

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his eyes moved from her face to stare over her shoulder. “Not again.” Ada turned to see what he stared at with so much annoyance. Charity’s big silver eyes were glowing. Ada had seen it before in the servant girls. It happened when they got visions. But she’d never seen it in a child before, and she watched, fascinated. “She’s not the most powerful. There will be another one, one day, who puts her power to shame.” Charity’s voice was light and hollow, as if she was speaking from a long way

“My lady… I’m not a sorcerer, but perhaps resting before battle is advisable.” William’s voice broke through her haze of sleep-deprivation and she started. Good heavens, she’d nearly fallen asleep into her food. “I don’t want to trouble you,” she said, but her words sounded slurred. When had she last slept? She couldn’t remember, since the night before she’d been riding like a demon through the forest and the one before that had been spent overcome by butterflies and thoughts of Christian. Maybe

she sauntered from the room and down the stairs. “Charity, help me. I cannot do this,” Ada whispered fiercely — rushing across the room, secretly thrilled by the rustle of her silk skirts — and embraced Charity. Charity giggled quietly, wrapping her thin arms around Ada’s shaking shoulders. “You will do magnificently. The queen will love you — everyone will love you. They will not be able to look elsewhere.” Ada pulled back, stifling a screech with a fist to her mouth. Charity raised an

did he do that?” Richard sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Word has gotten out, Ada, that I have a powerful daughter. And that I myself am powerful. These non-magical creatures want us to protect them, to fight their wars. I don’t wish to.” Ada shifted her weight, uncomfortable with the thought of arguing with him. “But isn’t that what we’re for? To protect? Isn’t that why we have our magic?” She’d moved too close to the burning carriage, and she could feel it scorching the back of her

it and he would give it all back for one more day as a groom in Ada’s stables. “Yes,” he replied tersely. “But without your training—” “I’ll still be here to train. I’m not dying, man,” Christian snapped. The man winced and backed away, just two steps, but his frightened eyes were on Christian’s hands. I’m not a monster. Not right now, anyway. At the outer edges of his camp, there seemed to be some sort of squabble, and he squinted, trying to see through the heavy rain. “What are they

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