Ilyenna, the MC, is dancing across the skies, her aurora wings flaring behind her. She is surrounded by the fairies of winter. Her pose and clothing is reminiscent of ballet. Her dress is made of snow and ice from the storm.
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~Becoming a winter queen will make Ilyenna as cold and cruel and deadly as winter itself, but it might be the only way to save her people from a war they have no hope of winning.~
Mortally wounded during a raid, seventeen-year-old Ilyenna is healed by winter fairies who present her with a seductive offer: become one of them and share their power over winter. But that power comes with a price. If she accepts, she will become a force of nature, lose her humanity, and abandon her family.
Unwilling to pay such a high price, Ilyenna is enslaved by one of the invaders, Darrien. While in captivity, she learns the attack wasn’t just a simple raid but part of a larger plot to overthrow her entire nation.
With the enemy stealing over the mountains and Darrien coming to take her to his bed, Ilyenna must decide whether to resurrect the power the fairies left behind. Doing so will allow her to defeat Darrien and the other invaders, but if she embraces winter, she will lose herself to that destroying power—forever.
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Ilyenna’s horse danced nervously beneath her, the animal’s
hooves clicking against the snow-covered stones that coated the land like
dragon eggs. Reaching down, she patted her mare’s golden neck. “Easy, Myst.
What’s the matter, girl?”
“There.” Her father pointed at the base of a forested
hillock not fifty paces beyond the road. Ilyenna saw the shadowed form of a
Bratton soundlessly pulled an arrow from his quiver and
nocked it. “Bear?” He directed the question at their father.
The word stirred currents of tension in Ilyenna’s body. The
cold stung her cheeks and formed a vapor no matter how shallowly she breathed.
As she glanced up and down the road, her hand gripped the knife belted around
her bulky wool coat.
“I think it’s a horse,” Bratton finally said.
Ilyenna eased her mare forward for a better look. It was a
horse—a bay. “Then where is his rider—” The words died in her throat when she
spotted a motionless gray lump at the horse’s feet. Without thought, she rammed
her heels into her mare’s ribs.
“Stop!” her father cried at the same time Bratton called,
But the healer in her couldn’t be denied. In three of the
horse’s strides, she was in the forest. She pressed herself flush against
Myst’s muscular neck. Still, larch trees managed to slap her, leaving the sharp
scent of their needles in her hair and clothes. Clumps of snow shook loose from
their sagging boughs, falling across her horse’s mane and into her face. Yet
Ilyenna barely registered the icy shock.