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DELWYN: Dynasty of Thorns

N_J_Stevenson
Three centuries of Galborn rule have taught Varfaún the shape of order, fear, and blood. But beneath the palace, something older than the dynasty has been waiting. Delwyn Harrow was the king's most trusted weapon, a Black Hound, one of the elite few sworn to the Galborn crown, until she discovered what lay buried below it. A Gate, sealed before the kingdom's first stone was laid. Ancient. Patient. The kind of thing dynasties bury and pray stays forgotten. The Galborns stopped praying. Now they're trying to open it. And Delwyn knows too much to live. Her execution should have ended her story. Instead, it begins it. Pulled from the block by Vaelor, an elven warrior in service to powers older than the dynasty itself. Delwyn is dragged into a rebellion she never chose. But the rebels don't only need her blade. They need what she carries: the secrets of the Galborn court, the measure of the Black Hounds, and the truth of what waits behind that sealed door, something the Galborns believe they can master, and something ancient enough to know better. Hunted by the crown. Mistrusted by the rebellion. Haunted by every order she followed without flinching. Delwyn must decide who she is now that the king's chain has been cut. Still his weapon. Or finally, something worse. Love this story? Rate and comment and let N. J. Stevenson know!
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