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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“Daughter, forgive me, but I must ask you
again; are you sure, are you completely sure this is what you
want? You haven’t seen him yet, you haven’t spoken with him. I have to tell
you, he is not the man you remember, no matter what his letters suggested.”
Lerric was sitting with Sofira on the bed in
her luxuriously appointed chamber, autumn sunlight streaming through the
window. Its warmth helped alleviate the horror he still felt after his earlier
meeting with the creature Sofira had begged him to save. The king held fast to
his daughter’s hands, mainly to disguise the tremble of his own, but also to
convey his intense unease. He looked earnestly into her hard gray eyes and
willed her to hear his concern. Despite his fear, he was loath to reveal
precisely what had taken roost in that fetid cell far beneath the palace
floors.
Sofira stared back at him, hearing his care
for her, seeing his distress. But it seemed she could not understand his
concern, for her brittle eyes glazed with tears. “Don’t you want me to have
back what was taken from me, Father?” Her colorless face was animated with
hurt. “You know how unhappy I’ve been since I was forced to return here. You
know how I ache for my children.”
Lerric nodded. “I know it’s been hard for
you. At least at the castle Elias allowed you access to them—”
“Access?” Sofira snarled. “What use is access to
me? Never allowed to be alone with them, never to take them out of my prison,
never to walk in the park with them? He doled out time with them as if giving
tidbits to a dog, and kept me kenneled like one, too. And I a Queen! How could
you condone that?”
Lerric thought better of reminding his
daughter she had ceased to be a queen when Elias dissolved their marriage. And
in light of what she had done—misled by Reen or not, she couldn’t pretend
ignorance of the risks she had run—Lerric considered her fortunate not to have
suffered the death penalty. Not that he could tell her that, either.
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