Cas lives in the lovely county of Hampshire, southern UK, where she was born. On leaving school she trained for two years before qualifying as horse-riding instructor. During this time she also learned to carriage-drive. She spent thirteen years in the British Civil Service before moving to Rome, Italy, where she and her husband, Dave, lived for three years. They enjoy returning whenever they can. Cas supports many animal charities and owns two rescue dogs. She has a large collection of cacti and loves gardening. She is also a folk singer/songwriter and is currently writing and recording nine folk-style songs to accompany each of her fantasy books. You can listen to and download all the songs from her website: www.caspeace.com
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Pure evil rises once again in Albia…
Three years have passed since Baron Reen’s trial. A
terrible accident on the island of his exile has transformed him into a
nightmarish scarecrow creature with dark, mysterious powers. Staging his own
suicide, Reen breaks free of his prison and, with the help of the former queen
Sofira, embarks on a ruthless quest for vengeance against his worst enemy, the
woman responsible for the overthrow of his schemes and his own ruination:
Brynne Sullyan.
Sullyan is tasked with investigating Reen’s suicide.
The missing body and a series of disasters in Port Loxton—a vicious murder, a
brutal ambush, and a devastating fire—raise suspicions in her mind. She probes
deeper, determined to uncover the truth, unsuspecting of the evil that’s about to
be unleashed…
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He spoke soothingly. “I didn’t say I condoned
it, daughter, and you know I never wanted to see you separated from Eadan and
Seline. It’s just that . . . Sofira, are you absolutely convinced Hezra is
sane?”
Sofira froze. She stared at her father, a
biting retort on her lips. But then she realized he was only trying to protect
her, clumsy though he was. She relaxed her spine and smiled.
“Oh, Father, of course I’m sure. Do you think
I wouldn’t know if something had affected his mind? It’s a clever ruse, a ploy
he’s devised to make them relax their vigilance. Didn’t you read his letters?
Didn’t you feel the sincerity in his words, his deep desire to restore all I’ve
lost? And don’t forget, my restoration will also benefit you. You’ll be more
than recompensed for your trouble and the support you continue to give us.
We’ll not forget you or Bordenn when I am once again Albia’s High Queen.”
Lerric doubted that. He had seen the light of
fanaticism in the scarecrow’s eyes, the driving desire to control, the fervid
lust for revenge at any cost. Reen might be willing to accept the title of
consort for now, but Lerric would not bet much on him being happy with a
supporting role for long, not once the reins of power were in his hands. Sofira
was clearly already under his spell. He had cunningly charmed her from within
his prison, writing her words of contrition, loyalty, and love. In her
beleaguered state of angry, lonely sorrow, brought on by the conditions Elias
had imposed on her, she had been easy prey.
Lerric shivered. Why should that word—prey—cause
his heart to constrict? Why did it conjure images of ragged carrion birds
feasting on a corpse?
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