This epic adventure, by best-selling author H.C. Brown, contains the complete trilogy of books: Banished, Dark Magyck, and Shadow Walkers * * * * Banished to the Singing Forest for witchcraft with only her cat for company, alone and desperately afraid Thalia sings to her dream lover, in the hope someone, anyone will help her.
Lumos enjoys the favors of many women until his dragon hears the Dragonsong of his mate. Consumed with passion for the girl who haunts his dreams, he leaves home to search for her…
Time is running out.
Lumos must survive a battle against an army of soulless Shadow Walkers and rescue Thalia from the hands of the Boars.
Will he return to Drakka in time to meet the final challenge and release the Dragonfae from the clutches of the dark Magus?
Or will he die trying?
4 STARS: THE ROMANCE REVIEWS
Thalia was a foundling, raised by a King and his Queen. After letting fear and suspicion rule him, the King banishes Thalia after the Queen dies, even though she had nothing to do with it. After making a horrible decision in order to survive, Thalia is left with a fear of men and is as happy as she can be in the solitude of her Forest. However, Lumos/Night Dragon has heard her Dragonsong and is on his way to meet his mate. Their adventures start, with Thalia slowly learning to trust Lumos along the way, as he learns how to deal with a fearful mate. Seeing the bond between them grow as she learns more about Lumos was a delight to read. With steamy scenes aplenty, they still have time to learn about each other and Lumos’ kingdom. With changes all around, they have obstacles and terrors to face, before they can relax and spend time with each other. Well-written and with a smooth pace, this was a pleasant story to immerse in. Definitely recommended. – See more at: http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/viewbooksreview.php?bookid=19701#sthash.1nH5w3Jx.dpuf
Review by MERISSA THE ROMANCE REVIEW
The Kingdom of Broclarre
Thalia of Broclarre struggled against the guards, her movements as useless as a sparrow in the mouth of a cat. Her shoulders burned, and tendons stretched to the limit threatened to rip from her bones. These men cared less if they tore her arms from the sockets. The hard-faced soldiers, gripping her so cruelly, were unfamiliar and not the usual palace protectors. These men wore the uniform of the king’s elite militia.
“I banish you from the Kingdom of Broclarre, never again to set foot in my kingdom by threat of death.” King Garro lifted his chin, sitting back on the golden throne. “As I have declared this day, so shall it be done.”
In the hallway, an angry crowd had gathered to hear the king’s proclamation. The masses had fallen silent to stand waiting like buzzards over a dead lamb. One of the guards restraining Thalia swore under his breath, and dug his strong fingers cruelly into her arms.
She yelped and turned to face her father.
“Banished?” She stared at King Garro. “Father … please… What have I done to displease you so?”
“Speak no more, witch. Think not to cast a spell over me for I know your wickedness.” King Garro struggled to his feet. His hand rested on the hilt of the gold dagger at his waist. “I took you into my house, treated you as my own, and you repaid me with death.”
Aghast, Thalia gaped at her father in disbelief. “Is that what you believe…? That I had a hand in killing the queen?” She stared at the king’s ashen face. The lines around his mouth cut deep, turning his expression bleak. Had he lost his mind with grief?
Beside him, the High Priest stood erect, his lips curled in a vicious smile. Thalia glared at the man in the crisp white robes. “Did you fill the king’s mind with these lies? I would never hurt my mother.” She met her father’s daunting expression. “I could never do harm to anyone. I am a healer. Ask anyone in the village, I help people.” She pointed at the High Priest. “There! There stands the evil in this palace.”
“To think my dear wife had compassion for your sorry soul.” Garro shook his head slowly. “Her belief a wholesome upbringing would prevent the evil magyck rising in a demon’s seed was the error of a gentle, childless woman.” The king ran a hand over his face. “And she paid with her life.” His black gaze traveled over Thalia, and he gave a snort of disgust. “No more will you breathe the same air as my people.” He punched a fist into the palm of his hand. “If I had not given my word to uphold Brea’s dying wish to set you free, I would have taken your head this day.”
Pain tightened in a wide band around her heart. Confused, she met the king’s enraged expression. The man’s piercing blue eyes looked on her with contempt, disgust, and hatred. The only father she had ever known curled his large hands into fists. This angry man had once loved her, taught her how to hold a bow, and to gentle a horse. Gods help me, now he wants me dead.