“I never was the type of noblewoman to stay by the hearth while the men rode into battle anyway. As my father always used to say with the shake of his head, the blood of the Old Tribes runs strong… — Mark Noce Copy Share Image
“Whatever befalls us, we will endure it together. I clutch my longbow and dagger close to my side. My last thoughts linger on my… — Mark Noce Copy Share Image
“Hot-blooded men make war. It’s up to cool-headed queens like us to make the peace.” — Mark Noce Copy Share Image
“My blood runs cold. Her savage stare and bloodied hands leave no doubts in my mind as she glares up at us from across… — Mark Noce Copy Share Image
“A sudden yearning to hold Artagan close overtakes me, to smell the scent of his skin and run my hands through his tousled black… — Mark Noce Copy Share Image
“I never was the type of noblewoman to stay by the hearth while the men rode into battle anyway. As my father always used… — Mark Noce Copy Share Image
