"She's trying to make me into a beast," said Hweilan. She'd been raised in a household of knights, to whom honor was more precious than life. To them, battle was an art, could even be a sacred act of devotion. To Ashiin, killing seemed a primal instinct, a need, no different than hunger or fear. To Ashiin, being a killer was not a matter of doing, but being, and Hweilan feared that she could never become that.
"She is not." Gleed turned away from the iron cauldron he had been stirring. "A beast cannot be made, stupid girl. A beast is woken. No. Ashiin is not making you into a beast. She is trying to beat the scared, spoiled little girl out of you so that when the beast does come-and it will; it will-a little of the woman might survive."
Book I
The Fall of Highwatch
Book II
Hand of the Hunter
Book III
Cry of the Ghost Wolf
December 2011
Frostfell
Slavers stole her son and she would sacrifice everything to get him back. In the uncaring, frozen north, will it be enough?