Eye of Dominion
(Labyrinth of Labyrinths: book 2) Alloria returns to the planet of her birth, triggering dark forces that begin to influence her brother, Yrion. His fears nettled, Yrion is driven onto a path for dominion that involves those beyond the realm of the living and a pursuit across the far reaches of the universe in a fight for survival. The magic continues in “Eye of Dominion”… and that’s the truth! Available as both paperback and ebook. |
Opening from Eye of Dominion
Alloria woke with a gasp, the scream still echoing in her mind having failed to escape the confines of her throat. For the fourth night since returning to the planet of her birth, the black tendrils of Vrengin’s dark spirit had infiltrated her dreams and haunted her with threats of vengeance. Nothing to worry about, her true father had stated only yesterday, downplaying Alloria’s concern that the dream might be prophetic. The man is well and truly dead, Ymarid assured, he can do you no harm. Despite Ymarid’s assurance, Alloria could not let go of the fear that such a dark wizard would want vengeance, even after death, even though she hadn’t been directly responsible for Vrengin’s death; the power that had ended his life had come from the amulet, not from her.
Cautiously closing a hand around the space where the amulet should have rested on her chest, she opened one eye, only by the slightest crack, half expecting to see the tall dark wizard looming over her bed. She saw only the ceiling of her bedroom in the cottage where she had grown up. It had never been a more welcome sight. Even more welcome, however, was the sound of Bainberry’s laughter, a sound that seemingly shook the walls of the dwelling.
Alloria woke with a gasp, the scream still echoing in her mind having failed to escape the confines of her throat. For the fourth night since returning to the planet of her birth, the black tendrils of Vrengin’s dark spirit had infiltrated her dreams and haunted her with threats of vengeance. Nothing to worry about, her true father had stated only yesterday, downplaying Alloria’s concern that the dream might be prophetic. The man is well and truly dead, Ymarid assured, he can do you no harm. Despite Ymarid’s assurance, Alloria could not let go of the fear that such a dark wizard would want vengeance, even after death, even though she hadn’t been directly responsible for Vrengin’s death; the power that had ended his life had come from the amulet, not from her.
Cautiously closing a hand around the space where the amulet should have rested on her chest, she opened one eye, only by the slightest crack, half expecting to see the tall dark wizard looming over her bed. She saw only the ceiling of her bedroom in the cottage where she had grown up. It had never been a more welcome sight. Even more welcome, however, was the sound of Bainberry’s laughter, a sound that seemingly shook the walls of the dwelling.
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