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Salome and Crispin spent a lifetime training with a guardian in the woods, unaware of a terrible destiny assigned to them both...

Synopsis

A Warrior Queen.
A Marked Hunter.
A Forgotten Prince.
Siblings.. Enemies. Rivals. They would do anything to sit on the White Throne.

Niabi killed for it once and is prepared to kill again.

Crispin wants it and is determined to have his revenge.

Salome wants nothing to do with it, but has to fight for it.

After years of people insisting she must be cursed due to her discolored left eye, Salome starts to believe they might be right. But when Harbona the Seer unexpectedly visits her, he reveals not only has the Year of the Hunter begun, but Salome’s distorted eye is in actuality the Mark of the Hunter, and she is charged to avenge the blood of the innocent.

With the Immortal Seer, their axe-wielding guardian, and a dangerous bounty hunter known as the Wanderer in their company, Salome and her brother, Crispin, embark on a journey to defeat their sister and reclaim the White Throne.

The last surviving heirs of the Northern throne, Salome and Crispin, have only had each other and their loyal guardian sense they escaped slaughter at their sister's hand as children. 18 years have passed, though, and the Year of the Hunter has arrived.



That Hunter? For the first time in recorded history, that Hunter is a woman--Salome. And she is up against the most evil queen imaginable--a queen who shares her blood.



In a stroke of masterful revitalization of the Epic Fantasy and Court Intrigue Genres, Gauthier's Wolves of Adalore truly stands out as one of the greatest renditions of Epic Fantasy I have read in years.



The two destined siblings must escape Shadows seeking their lives, evade spies at every turn, and survive battles, enchanted swamps, and mercenaries as they attempt to find allies with whom they can depose the sister who once took everything from them.



The complex relationships between characters, deceivers, lovers, and supposed friends are superbly intricate on a Game of Thrones level. The characters hooked me from page one, growing and facing their darkest selves (some to succeed, some to fail) in a style I have not seen since first reading The Lord of the Rings in my teenage years.



Gauthier has achieved something truly remarkable with Wolves of Adalore in that for the first time this entire year, I was left holding a story without a single point that I felt could be executed better (and that is coming from a developmental editor). Every single complex plot point was tied up and explained as the story unfolded, which is a huge feat considering the large cast of POV characters in this story.



The ending of this story left me excited for volume two, and wondering how a second book could ever top the precedence set by this first book. If you are a lover of epic fantasy with twisted family relations, assassinations, vying for thrones, and a plot that will keep you on your toes, make way for this book.



We are looking at a true master storyteller in Gauthier, and this book is a brilliant launch into the world she has created.


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I am a USA Today Bestselling author and developmental editor with 10+ years of experience. I am a huge fan of Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, J.R.R. Tolkien, Clare B. Dunkle, and Timothy Zahn. I also enjoy indie works by Nicole Wells, Andrei Saygo, and Luke Courtney.

Synopsis

A Warrior Queen.
A Marked Hunter.
A Forgotten Prince.
Siblings.. Enemies. Rivals. They would do anything to sit on the White Throne.

Niabi killed for it once and is prepared to kill again.

Crispin wants it and is determined to have his revenge.

Salome wants nothing to do with it, but has to fight for it.

After years of people insisting she must be cursed due to her discolored left eye, Salome starts to believe they might be right. But when Harbona the Seer unexpectedly visits her, he reveals not only has the Year of the Hunter begun, but Salome’s distorted eye is in actuality the Mark of the Hunter, and she is charged to avenge the blood of the innocent.

With the Immortal Seer, their axe-wielding guardian, and a dangerous bounty hunter known as the Wanderer in their company, Salome and her brother, Crispin, embark on a journey to defeat their sister and reclaim the White Throne.

Prologue

Prologue

 Niabi: 12 Years Ago 

 

The Gate of Tayborne was underutilized and forgotten by most Northerners. She knew it would not be difficult to infiltrate, even on her own. Her green eyes glistened in the moonlight as she scaled the forty-foot-tall, white stone wall. As she neared the top, she hugged the wall to ensure the guards would not see her.  

She expected a small company of guards to be on duty, but there were only six. Six was foolish. Six would require little effort to kill.  

Slithering to the cobblestone street, the hooded intruder strutted up to the soldiers huddled by a flickering fire in the bailey. 

“Halt,” their captain stepped forward. “Who are you?” The soldiers drew their swords and encircled her when she did not answer. “I will ask you once more,” he growled. “Who are you?”  

Again, she did not speak, but she stretched her arms wide, level with her shoulders, fists closed and unarmed. Confused, the soldiers lowered their weapons. Then she struck.  

With the flick of her wrists, she launched twin daggers in opposite directions, slicing the necks of two guards.  

Two charged her. She whipped two lightweight blades from the holsters on her back, closed her eyes, and waited for them to reach her. The first soldier to get close enough swung his sword, but she dodged his blow, and as she rose stabbed him through his chest in one swift motion. She opened her eyes as the second soldier lunged toward her and blocked the incoming blow with her second blade. He thrust his weapon again but was unable to keep up with her speed. Losing control of his longsword, she sliced through his neck, nearly decapitating him.  

Two remained. Both trembled at the sight of the assassin covered in blood.   

“Who are you?” the soldier’s voice cracked.   

“One the North wished to forget.” Her raspy voice caught them by surprise. 

“A woman?” 

“A demon,” spat the taller soldier. “Come closer, so I might send you back to hell.” 

Even though she wore a black mask covering the bottom half of her face, the guards could see her smirk as she sprinted toward them. The tall soldier braced himself. She was quick. Their weapons clashed loudly as they dueled. The other soldier jumped in to take her down, but she ducked, dodged, and tumbled to elude them.  They stood on opposite sides of her, one in front, the other behind. She remained very still as they circled her. With a nod signaling to attack, both Northmen charged. She waited until they were near and when they swung their swords, she dropped to the ground in a front split and watched as they struck one another down.

She retrieved her daggers and opened the gate where her elite squad of warriors, the Shadows, was waiting. Marching in four rows, their black robes concealed their leather armor and their black masks made them look more like executioners than a rival army.

“That didn’t take you very long.” Tala the Andrago kicked over one of the dead bodies.  

“The Northmen have grown weak hiding behind their white walls.” She sneered. She caught a glimpse of the ivory stone White Keep perched on a hill in the center of the city of Northwind.

For a moment, everything was quiet; everything was peaceful. She closed her eyes. She inhaled the crisp mountain air and listened as the waves of the Ignacia Sea crashed in the harbor. The white stone buildings and cobblestone streets glistened under the moon’s glow. It was always a magical sight; it was just as she had remembered.  

“Just six?” Tala rubbed his clean-shaven, bronze face. He never wore a mask. He wanted his enemies to know exactly who was about to kill them. “Why just six?” 

“He always did underestimate me.” She wiped her blades clean against her black leather pants. “Give the signal.” 

Tala reached for the war horn that hung from his hip. “You’re sure about this?” 

“I have come too far to turn back now.” Her eyes narrowed as the horn sounded. “Now to kill the King.” 

 

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Morgan lives in Tennessee with her husband, Brad, their three littles, and three dogs. If she isn’t nose deep in a book, writing one of her own, or binging a show on Netflix, she can be found practicing archery, attempting to bake, and doing her best to avoid listening to the Baby Shark song. view profile

Published on April 08, 2021

80000 words

Contains mild explicit content ⚠️

Genre:Young Adult Fantasy

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