Top 10 settings for Historical Romance~ LIBERTY~ KIM IVERSON HEADLEE …with #Excerpt and #Rafflecopter Giveaway

libertyTop 10 settings for Historical Romance.

For me, romance in any era is less about the “where and when” and all about the “who.” But here goes! For the record, some of these are based on books I’ve read, some are based on books I’ve written or plan to write, and some that I have no intention to write but would love to read!
1) 18th C or earlier Scotland (buff men in kilts)
2) 12th C Sherwood Forest (buff men in tights) (sorry, couldn’t resist!)
3) 7th – 11th C Scandinavia (long-haired blond buff men in horny helmets)
4) 18th C Caribbean (scruffy men in tricorner hats & dreadlocks, with or without rum; bonus for a deserted moonlit beach)
5) Ancient Rome (efficient men who wear their bed linens)
6) Pompeii before AD 79 (smokin’ hot men in bed linens)
7) Renaissance Venice (men with long poles)
8) 19th C Tsar’s court in St. Petersburg at Christmas (impeccably mannered men with a sexy accent)
9) Victorian London at Christmas (impeccably mannered men with a different but no less sexy accent)
10) London in any yesteryear that doesn’t feature a Great Fire, plague, famine, drought, deep freeze, religious turmoil, regicide, invasion, insurrection, or blit



TITLE – Liberty, second edition
AUTHOR – Kim Iverson Headlee
GENRE – Historical Romance (ancient Rome)
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 462 pages/118K words
PUBLISHER – Pendragon Cove Press
COVER ARTIST – Natasha Brown


They hailed her “Liberty,” but she was free only to obey—or die.

Betrayed by her father and sold as payment of a Roman tax debt to fight in Londinium’s arena, gladiatrix-slave Rhyddes feels like a wild beast in a gilded cage. Celtic warrior blood flows in her veins, but Roman masters own her body. She clings to her vow that no man shall claim her soul, though Marcus Calpurnius Aquila, son of the Roman governor, makes her yearn for a love she believes impossible.

Groomed to follow in his father’s footsteps and trapped in a politically advantageous betrothal, Aquila prefers the purity of combat on the amphitheater sands to the sinister intrigues of imperial politics, and the raw power and athletic grace of the flame-haired Libertas to the adoring deference of Rome’s noblewomen.

When a plot to overthrow Caesar ensnares them as pawns in the dark design, Aquila must choose between the Celtic slave who has won his heart and the empire to which they both owe allegiance. Knowing the opposite of obedience is death, the only liberty offered to any slave, Rhyddes must embrace her arena name—and the love of a man willing to sacrifice everything to forge a future with her.


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FINGERS CRAMPING AND shoulders aching from having wielded the pitchfork all day, Rhyddes ferch Rudd tossed another load of hay onto the wagon. Sweat trickled down her back, making the lash marks sting. Marks inflicted by her father, Rudd, the day before because eighteen summers of anguish had goaded her into speaking her mind.

Physical pain couldn’t compare with the ache wringing her heart.

She slid a glance toward the author of her mood. He stood a few paces away, leaning upon his pitchfork’s handle in the loaded wagon’s shade to escape the July heat as he conversed with her oldest brother, Eoghan. She couldn’t discern their words, but their camaraderie spoke volumes her envy didn’t want to hear.

Her father’s gaze met hers, and he lowered his eyebrows. “Back to work, Rhyddes!” On Rudd’s lips, her name sounded like an insult.

In a sense, it was.

Her name in the Celtic tongue meant “freedom,” but the horse hitched to the hay wagon enjoyed more freedom than she did. Her tribe, the Votadini, had been conquered by the thieving Romans, who demanded provisions for their troops, fodder for their mounts, women for their beds, and coin to fill the purses of every Roman who wasn’t a soldier.

If those conditions weren’t bad enough, for all the kindness her father had demonstrated during her first two decades, Rhyddes may as well have been born a slave.

She scooped up more hay. Resentment-fired anger sent wisps flying everywhere, much of it sailing over the wagon rather than landing upon it.

“Hey, mind what you’re doing!”

Owen, her closest brother in age and in spirit, emerged from the wagon’s far side, hay prickling his hair and tunic like a porcupine. Rhyddes couldn’t suppress her laugh. “’Tis an improvement. Just wait till the village lasses see you.”

“Village lasses, hah!” Sporting a wicked grin, Owen snatched up a golden fistful, flung it at her, and dived for her legs.

They landed in the fragrant hay and began vying for the upper hand, cackling like a pair of witless hens. When Owen thought he’d prevailed, Rhyddes twisted and rolled from underneath him. Her fresh welts stung, but she refused to let that deter her. He lost his balance and fell backward. She pounced, planting a knee on his chest and pinning his wrists to the ground over his head.

Victory’s sweetness lasted but a moment. Fingers dug into her shoulders, and she felt herself hauled to her feet and spun around. Owen’s face contorted to chagrin as he scrambled up.

“Didn’t get enough of the lash yestermorn, eh, girl?” Rudd, his broad hands clamped around her upper arms, gave her a teeth-rattling shake.

When she didn’t respond, he released her and rounded on Owen. “As for you—”

“Da, please, no!” Rhyddes stopped herself. Well she knew the futility of pleading with Rudd. Still, for Owen’s sake, she had to try. Her father’s scowl dared her to continue. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. “’Twas not Owen’s fault. I—” Sweat freshened the sting on her back, and she winced. “The fault is naught but mine.”

“Aye, that I can well believe.” Rudd grasped each sibling by an arm and strode across the hayfield toward the family’s lodge. “Owen can watch you take his lashes as well as yours. We’ll see if that won’t mend his ways.” The thin linen of her ankle-length tunic failed to shield her from his fingers, which had to be leaving bruises. Rhyddes gritted her teeth. Rudd seemed disappointed. “I doubt anything in this world or the next will make you mend yours.”

“You don’t want me to change. You’d lose your excuse to beat me.” Sheer impertinence, she knew, but she no longer cared.

“I need no excuses, girl.”

The back of his hand collided with her cheek. Pain splintered into a thousand needles across her face. She reeled and dropped to her hands and knees, her hair obscuring her vision in a copper cascade. Hay pricked her palms. Owen would have helped her rise, but their father restrained him. Owen blistered the ground with his glare, not daring to direct it at Rudd for fear of earning the same punishment.

Not that Rhyddes could blame him.

Rudd yanked her up, cocked a fist… and froze. “Raiders!”

Rhyddes whirled about. Picts were charging from the north to converge upon their settlement, the battle cries growing louder under the merciless afternoon sun. One of the storage buildings had already been set ablaze, its roof thatch marring the sky with thick black smoke.

Rudd shed his shock and sprinted for the living compound, calling his children by name to help him defend their home: Eoghan, Ian, Bloeddwyn, Arden, Dinas, Gwydion, Owen.

Every child except Rhyddes.

She ran to the wagon, unhitched the horse, found her pitchfork, scrambled onto the animal’s back, and kicked him into a jolting canter. The stench of smoke strengthened with each stride. Her mount pinned back his ears and wrestled her for control of the bit, but she bent the frightened horse to her will. She understood how he felt.

As they loped past the cow byre, a Pict leaped at them, knocking Rhyddes from the horse’s back. The ground jarred the pitchfork from her grasp. The horse galloped toward the pastures as Rhyddes fumbled for her dagger. Although her brothers had taught her how to wield it in a fight, until now she’d used it only to ease dying animals from this world.

But the accursed blade wouldn’t come free of the hilt.

Sword aloft, the Pict closed on her.

Time distorted, assaulting Rhyddes with her attacker’s every detail: lime-spiked hair, weird blue symbols smothering the face and arms, long sharp sword, ebony leather boots and leggings, breastplate tooled to fit female curves . . .


The warrior-woman’s sword began its descent.

From the corner of her eye Rhyddes saw her pitchfork. Grunting, she rolled toward it, praying to avoid her attacker’s blow.

Her left arm stung where the sword grazed it, but she snagged her pitchfork and scrambled to her feet. Unexpected eagerness flooded her veins.

As the Pict freed her weapon from where it had embedded in the ground, Rhyddes aimed the pitchfork and lunged. The tines hooked the warrior-woman’s sword, and Rhyddes twisted with all her strength. The Pict yelped as the sword ripped from her hand to go flying over the sty’s fence. Squealing in alarm, the sow lumbered for cover, trying to wedge her bulk under the trough.

With a savage scream, the warrior-woman whipped out a dagger and charged. Rhyddes reversed the pitchfork and jammed its butt into the Pict’s gut, under the breastplate’s bottom edge, robbing her of breath. She reversed it again and caught the raider under the chin with the pitchfork’s tines. As the woman staggered backward, flailing her arms and flashing the red punctures that marred her white neck, Rhyddes struck hard and knocked her down.

The warrior-woman looked heavier by at least two stone, but Rhyddes pinned her chest with her knee. She dropped the pitchfork and grasped her dagger, yanking it free. Grabbing a fistful of limed hair, she wrestled the woman’s head to one side to expose her neck.

The Pict bucked and twisted, trying to break Rhyddes’s grip. ’Twas not much different than wrestling a fever-mad calf.

Rhyddes’s deft slice ended the threat.

Blood spurted from the woman’s neck in sickening pulses.

Rhyddes stood, panting, her stomach churning with the magnitude of what she’d done. ’Twas no suffering animal she’d killed—and it could have been her lying there, pumping her lifeblood into the mud.

Bile seared her throat, making her gag. Pain lanced her stomach. Bent double, she retched out the remains of her morning meal, spattering the corpse.

After spitting out the last bitter mouthful and wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she drew a deep breath and straightened. As she turned a slow circle, her senses taking in the sights and sounds and stench of the devastation surrounding her, she wished she had not prevailed.

The news grew worse as she sprinted toward the lodge.

Of her seven brothers, the Picts had left Ian and Gwydion dead, her father and Owen wounded, the lodge and three outbuildings torched. She ran a fingertip over the crusted blood of her scratch, and she couldn’t suppress a surge of guilt.

Mayhap, she thought through the blinding tears as she ran to help what was left of her family, ’twould have been better had she died in the Pict’s stead.

The surviving raiders were galloping toward the tree line with half the cattle. The remaining stock lay stiffening in the fields, already attracting carrion birds.

Three days later, the disaster attracted scavengers of an altogether different sort.



I am Rhyddes ferch Rudd, which in your tongue means Freedom daughter of Red. The blood of ancient Celtic warriors flows in my veins, though I am a farmer’s daughter by the circumstance of my birth. My life spans much of the reign of the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius, one of a very few men ever to claim that title who did not abuse his power for personal gain—but I care not who rules and who dies in this gods-cursed empire.

More than anything—even more than my freedom—I yearn to be my lover Aquila’s equal. As a foreign slave in an empire where citizenship stands paramount, where an arena fighter such as I can only be considered the equal of other gladiators, actors, undertakers, and whores, this goal seems impossibly remote. Although Aquila is the son of a powerful Roman, he has declared that he would renounce his aristocratic status, wealth, and power for me, but I cannot in good conscience allow him to destroy himself on my account.

And yet the gods have granted the impossible to other mortals. I pray that I am worthy to receive such a boon from them, for surely divine assistance is the only way for Aquila and I to bridge the vast social chasm that separates us from enjoying a future together.


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Kim Headlee lives on a farm in southwestern Virginia with her family, cats, goats, and assorted wildlife. People & creatures come and go, but the cave and the 250-year-old house ruins—the latter having been occupied as recently as the mid-20th century—seem to be sticking around for a while yet.

Kim is a Seattle native (when she used to live in the Metro DC area, she loved telling people she was from “the other Washington”) and a direct descendent of twentieth-century Russian nobility. Her grandmother was a childhood friend of the doomed Grand Duchess Anastasia, and the romantic yet tragic story of how Lydia escaped Communist Russia with the aid of her American husband will most certainly one day fuel one of Kim’s novels. Another novel in the queue will involve her husband’s ancestor, the seventh-century proto-Viking king of the Swedish colony in Russia.

For the time being, however, Kim has plenty of work to do in creating her projected 8-book Arthurian series, The Dragon’s Dove Chronicles, and other novels under her new imprint, Pendragon Cove Press.





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LIBERTY by Kim Iverson Headlee is an enticing Ancient Romance Historical Romance set around 160 AD Rome. *This is the second edition*

This is the tale of one woman’s struggles, Rhyddes (aka-Liberty) a glaiatrix-slave, sold by her father for a debt owed to a Roman tax collector. “Liberty/Libertas” is the tale of betrayal, intrigue, sacrifice, survival, lust, romance and unrequited love.

Also, meet Marcus Calpurnis Aquila is the son of a Roman governor, “Aquila” or “Eagle” who is falling in love with the noble, Celtic Warrior, Liberty.

While, an interesting tale, some of the language felt a bit out of place for the era, overall, an interesting and satisfying read. Liberty had a hopeless, helpless life, but though it all she kept her soul intact. “Liberty” is a story with many facets, and characters. Well written with an interesting cast of characters. The storyline is rather unique in the premise of young love, lovers who can never be together, for a Gladiators’ life is to “obey or die”. Interesting and intriguing, but at times very frustrating as well. This story is NOT for the faint of heart, some parts of the story was hard to read. This story is at times hard to follow, not easy to read, but overall a unique and entertaining read.  If you enjoy Ancient Rome, Historical Romance, a story with many facets, than I would recommend picking up “Liberty”.

*Please be warned, this story is NOT for the faint of heart as it does have scenes which includes violence and sexual assault**


*Received for an honest review*

Rating: 4

Heat rating: Hot (involves violence and sexual assault)

Reviewed by: AprilR, courtesy of My Book Addiction and More





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Elaine Edelson is an internationally recognized intuitive channel and astrologer. As former host of her own radio show, Manifest Change Now, she interviewed global new-thought leaders and innovators. Elaine is the author of the non-fiction book, “Minutes to Manifesting” and creator of “The Bodhi System: Minutes to Intuitive Mastery.” She was also the spiritual advisor to the feature film, “Sedona,” starring Francis Fisher.

Born and raised in Newark, NJ, Elaine’s gift for gab and storytelling was fostered while sitting around the dinner table eating Greek cooking with her family. At the age of eight, she won the 1968 women’s Olympic figure skating competition…in her mind (she actually believed she won a gold medal alongside Peggy Fleming.)

Elaine lives among the glorious red rocks of Sedona, Arizona with her adoring husband, brilliant daughter, and eccentric toy poodle.  Aries Fire is her first historical fiction novel. The first of many.


What was the inspiration behind writing “Aries Fire”?

ELAINE: The inception for Aries Fire came to light one day while having lunch with a friend. My friend happened to BE an Aries–and a writer, too. I told her I wanted to write a series of books and dedicate each book to each of the astrological signs.

She whipped out a pen and paper and we started to map them out. I really had no idea where to start, even though I had the seed for the series. What time period would I place the novels? Who were the characters? Would I tie the books together? What genre would I choose?


Then my friend took me to a local bookstore and bought me the three books in Diana Gabaldon’s ‘Outlander’ series. These were Diana’s only books at the time.  I devoured them. And ‘Poof!’ There it was! Proof that a series was exciting and doable. Reading Diana’s books gave me permission, in a sense, to follow through with my books.

As ususal, life took over and I got busy working on my spiritual and intuitive counseling business. I was also in the midst of getting married and planning my wedding.

Two years flew by. I still hadn’t started the book. One day I was invited to a dear friend’s 50th birthday. One of the party favors was a 12” ruler, and on the ruler was printed a timeline depicting famous women in history.

I was suddenly reignited and inspired to really start writing. When I got home after the party, I opened up google and did a search for ‘famous women in history’. I thought that research would be a laborious thing, but I was oh so mistaken! The first woman to pop up on the net was Hypatia of Alexandria, 415 AD. There was little information on her, but what I did uncover was fascinating.  Astronomer, philosopher, mathematician, spiritualist, outspoken against the Roman Catholic Church, and woman’s advocate—she was all of these things. A woman definitely ahead of her time.

Hypatia’s unfortunate and violent death sparked the starting point for the book. I grabbed a notebook and wrote down some story ideas and a brief outline.

How long did it take you to write “Aries Fire” ?

ELAINE: Did I write the entire book after that? Of course not! I got pregnant and was thrown into a world of sleep deprivation and hormonal craziness. After a few years,  I uncovered my skimpy outline and began to write a bit here and there. Truthfully, I originally thought that this book would take about four months to write. I’m sure I could have written it in four months if I didn’t keep distracting myself (oh how I can self-distract!) Ten years later, (cringe), I was fully underway with the book.

But why did it take so darn long?

In my spiritual counseling business, I’m dedicated to helping others move past their resistance, fears, and creative blocks. It was time to eat my own cooking.  So I dove right in and literally ‘worked’ on myself.

What was stopping me from writing if it was such a desire, such a passion? Finally getting to the core of it I realized that writing felt like a luxury to me, a reward for working hard in other areas of my life. Wow. Mind blower. So as a result, I kept setting up mental blocks to writing based on a ‘work-reward’ system. What I set up for myself was, “If I do ‘x’ number of counseling sessions and earned ‘x’ amount of money, I’m allowed to sit down and write.

The human psyche is simultaneously fragile and powerful. It sets up its own rules for behavior. I had an unconscious dangling carrot in front of me akin to the luxury of writing. “Do your work Elaine and I’ll let you sit down and write some cool scenes…”

Well! Soon after that realization, I got over myself and gave myself full permission to write whenever the hell I wanted! Talk about Aries Fire!

I wrote 5 days a week (joy!) and finished the book in 6 months. 

Where do you write?

ELAINE: I write in my home office. Sometimes, I’ll get antsy and move around the house, but mostly when I sit down to write I stay there until I see the scene through.

Do you complete a detailed plot or have a rough idea and let it develop as you write?

ELAINE: I’ve learned the importance of having certain beats for the storyline. It isn’t exactly a detailed plot, but it comes close. What I find is once I get started, the story takes over and begins to write itself. (Oh, lucky me!) Whenever I get ‘stuck’ I put on music of the era I’m writing about and I’m suddenly transported and the scene shows up in my head. For example, I researched certain instruments for ‘Aries Fire’ that were played in the 5th century and found a few artists that played those instruments or sang in Croatian or Hungarian chants that inspired me greatly.

What piece of advice would you give to any aspiring writers?

ELAINE: Instead of thinking, “How will I get this published? How do I get an agent? Will I make any money?” Put your thoughts on the JOY of getting lost in your story. When you give yourself over to your passion, you get out of your own way and allow the Cosmos to intervene in the most appropriate way! (Ask me how I know!) TRUST your vision. Then when it’s time to do some market research about your story, give the book to a networking group, friends (but not the ones who’ll love everything you do) and ask for HONEST FEEDBACK–Is the story slow? Does it hold your interest? What stops you from reading it? Does it make sense?–then LISTEN to CONSISTENT feedback. You’ll hear lots of suggestions, but the comments that are similar need attention.

Is there a book that really inspired you?

ELAINE: So many! Here are but a few: ‘Shantaram’ by Gregory David Roberts, ‘The Lovely Bones’ by Alice Seabold,  ‘City of Thieves’ by David Benioff, Niffenegger’s ‘Time Travelers Wife’, ‘The Mists of Avalon’ by Marion Zimmer Bradley, and ‘The Physician’ by Noah Gordon. “Pillars of the Earth” by Ken Follett, “Shogun” by James Clavell. And of course, Diana Gabaldon’s “Outlander” series.

What are you currently reading?

ELAINE: Right now I’m reading George RR Martin’s ‘Game of Throne’ series. On the last book…Whew. Then I’ll be reading Patrick Rothfuss’ ‘The Name of the Wind.’

When reading do you prefer hardbacks, paperbacks or ebooks?

ELAINE: I do prefer to hold a book, hard or paper. It’s the smell of the paper and the ink that transports me. But I also own a Nook and read my books that way when I travel. Very convenient!

What are the benefits of self-publishing?

ELAINE:The advantage of digital publishing (or print on demand) in this changing world of publishing is almost immediate. Within 30 days you get paid. With a regular publisher you have to wait up to a year. You also get paid 50 to 70% more than with a traditional brick n’ mortar publisher. Plus you have total control. Whether you self-publish or get picked up by a publisher, you do most of the marketing. So you may as well call the shots. Unless, that is, you choose to spend a lot of money by hiring a publicist, for website SEO, PPC, Adwords, advertising, social media marketing, networking, setting up live events. With self-publishing, you also control where your marketing dollars are best spent.

Is there any aspect of self-publishing that you don’t like?

ELAINE:In the beginning it was hard to navigate how to market, how to publish, and how to save money, too. So I educated myself via workshops and seminars. I wouldn’t ask someone without money for financial advice, so I didn’t just rely on myself to ‘figure it out’ alone. I sought information from those who’d been there and done that. There are so many ways to get published so it can be easy to get confused. Test the waters. Listen to what published authors have to say and FEEL your intuition open or close to that information. What encourages you to move forward ALWAYS feels freeing. Trust that. My husband loves marketing, so I leave that aspect to him.  Like it or not, be prepared to market your work. It’s inevitable. Whether it’s online, via blogging, social media, public appearances, tv, radio, interviews, podcasts…it comes with the territory. Only JD Salinger gets away with making it big as a recluse!

How do you relax?

ELAINE:As an Intuitive Channel this is quite easy for me. I meditate daily and I listen to a recording I made called ‘The Bodhi Brainstorm’ with Theta waves to help me feel calm, confident, and centered. I’m happy to give it for free to any and all who would like the mp3. (Just sign up for my free ezine at…the link to Bodhi Brainstorm is in every monthly issue.) I also hike on the trails in Sedona, watch almost every movie availble to humankind, and do crossword puzzles! On occasion I’ll have a bubble gum blowing contest with my daughter or we’ll play charades. Hysterical! Laughter is my muse. We also draw together.

What are your hobbies?

ELAINE:Movies, films, books, more movies, more films, more books!

ELAINE: Have you got any more books planned, can you tell us a little about the plot, when can we expect?

ELAINE: Yes! ‘Aries Fire’ is the first of thirteen books in my series called, “Sign of the Times.” The second book, ‘Ten Steps of the Bull’ is dedicated to Taurus and Buddhism. It takes place in 7th century Japan and centers around the reluctant Princess Suiko who’d rather be a Buddhist nun, but instead becomes the Empress who eventually adopts Zen Buddhism as Japan’s national religion. The war between the Buddhist and the Shintos via the Mononobe Clan and the Soga Clan heat up. My Taurean protagonist, Kwan, a young, abandoned, abused, angry and stubborn Korean boy finds his way to a Buddhist monastary, is raised and trained as a Shaolin Master. He poses as a Buddhist monk and is sent as an emisary to protect the future Empress. Forbidden love. War. Compassion. Spiritual attainment. Duty…but at what price?

The book is scheduled to be finished near Autumn of 2012. Stay tuned!






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The Roman Empire. 415 AD. Renowned scholar Hypatia of Alexandria is brutally murdered. Why? And by whom?

Hypatia’s death leaves her 17 year old bastard daughter, Seira, fleeing for her life…herself a target for extermination. Alone and homeless, Seira is thrust into a life of struggle and survival amidst the rise of the Catholic Papacy and the savage Roman battles with the Huns.

So begins Aries Fire, an epic historical fiction spanning three continents and two decades during the surgent Roman Christian campaign to swallow the Eastern and Western European territories.

During her seafaring escape from Egypt to Ashkelon, the sea captain and protector Alexander falls in love with the young Seira. But once in Ashkelon, the rabbinical scholar Isaac and wise ‘seer’ Kiki take Seira under their tutelage, conceal her identity for her safety, and immerse her in medical studies and mysticism.

The fates relentlessly test Seira’s mettle as she searches for her mother’s murderer and her father’s identity.

In Spain, Seira is found out and becomes the target of a Hun political kidnapping gone awry. She saves the life of the great Khan, Attila, who befriends her.  Attila–seeing the rage consume Seira and her bitterness with the world and her fate–channels her anger and shapes Seira into a commanding warrior and strategist. Attila is enraptured by Seira as he discovers what a strong, independent, and willful woman she truly is.

Seira is now torn between Alexander and Attila, lovers who vie for her affection and attention. Two great men, one powerful woman.

Her epic journey across Europe and the Middle East throws Seira onto a never ending precipice of conspiracy, war, passion, mysticism, initiation, and self discovery. What Seira ultimately discovers could cost her her life. It’s a secret that can destroy an empire and change the tides of history.



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