Trained as an elite fighter and educated in the ways of the elves, Nuriel “Rie” Lhéthannien has worked decades to be accepted into the High Court messenger service. It’s a simple enough occupation, but in a realm where humans are treated as little better than slaves, it’s a position she’ll do anything to protect.
On a routine delivery in the Human Realm, Rie is attacked by assassins from the enemy Shadow Realm and framed as a traitor. Facing execution at the hand of an unmerciful king, she evades capture and crosses the portal into enemy lands to prove her innocence.
Surprising allies arise from the shadows, assisting her search and uncovering secrets she didn’t know she kept. With the risk of discovery lurking at every turn, Rie must use every weapon in her arsenal to uncover the truth behind the attack. If she fails, death will be the least of her worries.
Featuring elves, pixies, vampires, trolls and more, Sanyare: The Last Descendant is a coming of age fantasy adventure you won’t want to put down.
Targeted Age Group:: 16+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
It all started with the character of Rie, a human woman, practically an indentured servant, who lives in the High Court of faerie as a changeling. She wants to be more than just a servant, so she spends decades trying to earn a spot in the High Court messenger service and once there, will do anything to keep her position. My inspiration came from the question, what would she do if she was about to lose everything she’d worked so hard for?
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Honestly, I don’t really know. My stories always begin with a character, but their genesis is a mystery. The subsequent secondary characters develop from the needs of the story and the protagonist. I try to develop characters that will both help and hinder the protagonist in unique ways. Then I write character sketches and exploratory scenes from the characters’ perspective to flesh out their motivations and backgrounds.
With a deep breath, Rie left the pretensions of the High Court and its glittering throng behind her. The portal stretched and squeezed, drawing her cell by cell from the hard marble hall into soft sand touched by gentle waves. She rested her hand on the cool sandstone that arched above her head, gathering her bearings as her heart rate calmed.
Centering herself, Rie pulled the salty stink of fish deep into her lungs before beginning the two-mile walk to Lord Garamaen’s beachfront estate. The beach was hushed, as if setting the stage for the first appearance of the sun above the hills. Even the birds held their breath. It was too early for the tourists and dog-walkers to be out, and only a few surfers lounged on the calm waves in the distance. Rie savored the quiet, even if her two tiny companions didn’t.
“The human realm is so boring,” Hiinto said, spittle landing on Rie’s cheek.
She wiped it away, careful not to swat the two-inch pixie holding onto her ear, but made a show of flinging the spit off to the side.
“Why can’t we go somewhere new and fun?” he continued.
“Please. You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. You’d hide in Rie’s hair the whole time,” Niinka replied from her makeshift swing at Rie’s belt. She lounged upside down, appearing as nothing more than a trinket on a chain hanging out of Rie’s pocket, while she sharpened her claws to a precise point.
Rie clenched her jaw, biting back her irritation. They were her friends, but sometimes she wished they would act like adults, rather than siblings.
“It is true, and you know it,” Niinka said.
“Quiet,” Rie snapped, patience gone. A headache throbbed behind her forehead. She needed to focus.
Two men stood on the beach, directly in her path. Still at least fifty yards away, they seemed out of place without the surfboards or exercise attire of the usual early morning crowd. Rie paused, assessing. The blond one crouched, taking something out of a bag in the sand. He flipped it once, a shard of light glinting into Rie’s eyes. The throbbing in her brain burst in white-hot light, leaving her blind to the real world as she entered a vision.
The blond man stands, facing her. He pulls his arm back, a knife whistles toward her. Blood streams from her belly, her shirt soaked in seconds, the sand absorbing the overflow. The sky is all she sees, expansive gray-blue dotted with thin wispy clouds. A small hand taps her face. Niinka’s wide black eyes float into view. Then darkness.
Rie gasped, coming out of the premonition. The blond man rose from his crouch, facing her. His arm pulled back.
Sending her thanks to the gods for the warning, Rie spun left as a knife passed through the air where she had stood. Dropping into a crouch, she scuttled behind a large rocky outcropping, just as another knife hit the sand at her feet. She picked it up, testing the weight as adrenaline surged and her heart rate sped. Fear twisted a knot of dread in her gut.
Curuthannor’s training kicked in. This might be her first life or death fight, but he had prepared her well. She took a cleansing breath, washed away the fear and replaced it with determination. The pixies let go of their hiding spots, chattering in the clicks and whistles of their native tongue. Rie ignored them, focusing instead on her surroundings, and her options. Stairs wound up the cliff to her left, heading toward the street above, but a hundred feet of open space stretched between her rock and the first step. No matter how fast she moved, she’d be an easy target. If she ran back toward the arch, she’d be similarly open to attack.
Rie grabbed a handful of sand with her left hand, while her right hand reached behind and traded the unfamiliar throwing knife for one of two eight-inch khukuri blades in the horizontal sheath at her lower back.
“What are they doing?” she asked Hiinto.
The little pixie crawled atop the rock, his translucent wings pulled back and naked skin camouflaged to match the color and texture of the sandstone. “They’ve split up, one on each side. They’re creeping along now, not sure what you’re doing, I think. What are you doing?”
“Which one is closer?”
“The one near the cliffs.”
“Fifty feet, coming closer.”
“Are you two hungry?”
Hiinto grinned, revealing a mouth full of sharp, serrated teeth, while Niinka rubbed her hands together. “Humans taste almost as good as the elves and greater fae,” she whispered.
“Wait until they are close. I will deal with the cliff-side man. You two take a bite out of the one on the ocean-side.”
“Yum.” Hiinto licked his lips.
Sliding a foot or two to the left, closer to the cliffs, Rie listened for the man’s footsteps in the dry seaweed. When she guessed he was within a few feet, Rie lunged sideways out from behind the rock and threw the sand into his face. He sputtered, dropping his weapons and scrubbing at his eyes. Rie dodged into range. Her right arm snapped out and up across the man’s body, drawing a horizontal figure eight across his torso, the razor-edged khukuri knife sliding through the soft tissue of his unprotected belly like a spoon through pudding. She pulled back and away, but not before a loud pop echoed off the cliff face.
Rie’s right leg crumpled beneath her. She fell to the ground, blood saturating the cloth around a hole in her upper thigh. She rolled away from the dying assassin. Sand exploded from the impact of another round. Rie tucked in behind a driftwood log, waiting for the second assassin to make another move. Blood seeped into her leggings, staining the blue denim a dark burgundy. The wound wasn’t fatal, but the blood-loss was already making her feel faint.
Rie peeked out from behind the log. The pixies were nowhere in sight. The man drew closer, carrying his gun out and away from his body, held loose as if he had all the time in the world to deal with his target.
“Thanks for taking care of Grant,” he said, a wicked grin on his face. “I hated his constant bragging, and now the bounty’s all mine.”
Rie kept silent, thoughts frantic for a plan.
He took a deep breath, exhaling on a groan. “You smell delicious. I can’t wait for my first taste.” His tongue slicked out across an extended fang. Blood sidhe, otherwise known as vampire. Shadow Realm hunters of humans.
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