Shadows of Prophecy. Rachel Lee

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      Praise for

      RACHEL LEE

      “A suspenseful, edge-of-the-seat read.”

      —Publishers Weekly on Before I Sleep

      “Shadows of Myth is a fantastic fantasy….

       Rachel Lee, known for her terrific romantic suspense tales,

       provides a wonderful good vs. evil fantasy.”

      —The Best Reviews

      “Rachel Lee deserves much acclaim for her

       exciting tales of romantic suspense.”

      —Midwest Book Review

      “Lee crafts a heartrending saga.”

      —Publishers Weekly on Snow in September

      Rachel

       Lee

      Shadows

      of Prophecy

      www.LUNA-Books.com

      All the characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all the incidents are pure invention.

      All Rights Reserved including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. This edition is published by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises II B.V./S.à.r.l. The text of this publication or any part thereof may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, storage in an information retrieval system, or otherwise, without the written permission of the publisher.

      This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the prior consent of the publisher in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

      MIRA is a registered trademark of Harlequin Enterprises Limited, used under licence.

      Published in Great Britain 2006

      MIRA Books, Eton House, 18-24 Paradise Road,

      Richmond, Surrey, TW9 1SR

      © Rachel Lee 2006

      ISBN 9781408976197

      For the rays of light in our lives:

       our four children and our editors and our agent,

       who have shown infinite patience in this year of Job.

      Contents

      RACHEL LEE

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Chapter 23

      Chapter 24

      Chapter 25

      Chapter 26

      Chapter 27

      Chapter 28

      Chapter 29

      Chapter 30

      Chapter 31

      Chapter 32

      Chapter 33

      Chapter 34

      Chapter 35

      Epilogue

      COMING NEXT MONTH

      

      1

      Giri Monabi crept silently over the sand, his dark eyes focused on the patrol below. Across the steep valley, his brother Ratha moved with equal silence, invisible in the dark night. It was not the homecoming the brothers had imagined.

      The Bozandari patrol moved with the casual arrogance born of power, twenty-four men in two columns walked the road, swords sheathed, shields slung over their backs, helmets hanging from sword hilts, equipment clanking with each step. Their voices were loud against the stillness of night, the voices of men who did not anticipate trouble and believed they would be trouble’s master if it arose.

      The hatred of three generations of servitude burned in Giri’s heart as he watched the soldiers. Almost without thought, his hand moved to his sword, fingers tightening in anticipation of dealing quick and ugly death. But he knew that, despite their casual manner, these men were skilled soldiers, and easily a match for Giri and his companions. There would be another time to wreak vengeance.

      He began to slither backward, knowing that Ratha would be doing likewise at this very moment, having reached the same conclusion. Even an alert guard would have been hard-pressed to see the movement, and these Bozandari were hardly alert. Giri and Ratha had shadowed them for nearly two hours now and knew that the patrol leader had not even taken the most basic of security measures. There were no advance or flank guards to scout the route or surrounding terrain. It was as if they were walking down the streets of Bozandar itself.

      Giri had moved perhaps ten yards when he felt the prick of the sword against his side. He froze and heard the almost silent warning.

      “Annomendi.”

      Tess Birdsong sat beside the fire, staring into the flames as the bitter wind blew down from the north. Three of her fellow travelers, Archer Blackcloak and his two black-skinned Anari companions, had vanished into the desert to keep guard. A strange desert, dotted with strange plants that grew out of sandy soil, creating eerie shapes among the tumbled boulders.

      There was much in this world, she thought, to keep guard against—at least in the weeks since she had awoken in the midst of a slaughtered caravan with no memory of who she was or how she had come to be there. Indeed, she wasn’t sure if the name she was using was truly hers. All she knew was that it had felt right somehow when she had been asked her name.

      Other than that, all she knew about herself was that on her ankle there was a tattoo of a white rose. Sometimes she looked at it, wondering what clue to her past it might contain. But tonight it was too cold for such musings, and too much threat had pursued them from Lorense, where they had slain a mage.

      Something hooted, echoing in the silent forest. One of her companions? Or some beast that had not fled with all its fellows?

      She knew not, and the shiver that passed through her came not only from the bite of the wind.

      Across the fire, Tom Downey slept the sleep of untroubled youth. He alone of the party had