The Windsown Trilogy · Book One
Sorrowroot
“What you seek is seeking you.” — Rumi
- Genre: Adult Romantasy
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- ~85,000 words
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- Book One of Three
The Story
Livia has never left Sopatra — a paradise of gardens and ancient libraries, sealed away by a father who loved her too carefully to let her see the world beyond it. She believes, the way she believes anything from her father's books, that the heart cannot be deceived.
Then Commander Varick walks into her home and kills her father in front of her.
Sopatra collapses into something far less forgiving, stranding Varick's Guard — and their prisoner — in a jungle that answers to no one. Livia carries a spark of something ancient: an instinctive bond with every living thing on the planet. And when it counts, she uses it to save the very man sent to destroy her life.
Varick tells himself every small kindness is just keeping the asset alive. He is bound by an oath that costs him everything the moment he lets himself feel anything else. But Livia's instincts keep pulling her toward the one person she swore to hate.
Some books were never meant to be found. Some truths were buried for a reason. And some hearts don't ask permission before they choose.
An Excerpt
Prologue: Whispers
The wind on Maitreya knew things. Varick had understood that since he was a child. He'd learned to trust it the way some men trusted maps.
It thrashed when he cut down weaker soldiers, the hot air gritty with arena dust. It whipped on the rare occasion he fought someone who could survive a few moments against him — although never more than seven swings. Sometimes, it seemed to move with intention; guiding his weapon in battle or assisting with calculations.
Tonight, it whispered.
— from the opening pages of Sorrowroot
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