I have been looking forward to this day for SO LONG! I can't believe it is finally time to share the cover of Daican's Heir! The last time I had an Ilyon Chronicles cover reveal was all the way back in July of 2018!
This cover has been sitting on my computer for YEARS waiting for this day. This is the first book of the series to feature a villain on the front. Considering the mood of the story and the stakes, it seemed appropriate. After all, it has all boiled down to this moment--taking out Davira. The blood-red background also fits her vibe very well. Can I just say how scary she is? Like, I know I'm the one who wrote her, but she still scares me. And she is not going to go down without trying to destroy everything around her first.
I just can't wait to share this book. I got my first bit of beta reader feedback last weekend and it absolutely made my day. It confirmed that the satisfaction I felt about the book wasn't just my relief at finishing. You can read her endorsement for it below. I still don't have a set release date (maybe sometime in March...), but the Kindle book is up for pre-order! Unfortunately, Amazon still doesn't allow indie authors to set paperbacks for pre-order, so if you're wanting one of those, you'll have to wait to order until release day.
So, without further ado, please enjoy the cover, as well as a little sneak peek at the first chapter!
About the Book
For three years, the Resistance has suffered under oppression—first from Emperor Daican and now from his daughter. In her quest for vengeance, Davira has ripped Arcacia apart, and more blood is spilled every day. Newly married, all Jace and Kyrin want is to be able to live their lives in peace. In order to do that, they must help restore the rightful heir to Arcacia’s throne.
Carrying the weight of everyone’s hopes for the future, Daniel works every day to be the leader and king they have all fought so hard to see him become. With the Resistance and their allies from all across Ilyon united behind him, he prepares for a final confrontation with Davira. But to do so will require facing the full might of Arcacia’s military and Davira’s wrath.
When Jace and Kyrin become the primary targets of her ravenous hatred, Daniel finds himself in a race against time to stop his sister and avoid the bloodbath she is determined to unleash. Can he find a way to protect his loved ones and bring peace to Ilyon or will Davira succeed in bringing them all to their knees and destroying everything they hold dear?
First Chapter Sneak Peek
Jace didn’t like ships.
His stomach had threatened to heave itself up his throat since he’d re-boarded the talcrin vessel an hour ago. So far he’d managed to keep it in place, but Holden wasn’t so lucky. He had already lost what remained of his supper over the edge and now leaned heavily on the railing. Clearly, it would take a lot more than the two days they’d previously spent on board, sneaking the Militia into Samara, for their stomachs to get used to the sea.
A low groan rumbled from Holden’s hunched form. “Remind me never to set foot on a ship again after this. I’ll happily stick to dragons.”
Jace had to agree with him there. As much as he hated heights, he’d far rather fly with Gem right now. And it wasn’t just his churning gut that bothered him. Despite only small waves rippling the sea, each dip and tilt of the ship robbed him of balance. The lack of solid footing left him feeling vulnerable. Not that he had any threats to worry about just yet. Those awaited him on shore.
Footsteps passed behind him, and he looked over his shoulder. Though pre-dawn darkness cloaked the ship, and they’d forgone any lanterns that could give away their position, General Torva strode across the deck with a confident stride. He made an impressive figure, as most talcrins did. He reminded Jace of Sam, especially in stature, though his hair was long and gathered into small braids, and his eyes flashed a cunning copper.
Their talcrin allies were obviously masters of the sea. Jace hadn’t seen any of them on the verge of losing their stomach contents, though maybe that had not been the case when they’d first left Arda a few weeks ago. Somehow, Rayad and Trask didn’t seem affected either.
Torva stopped at the railing a couple yards away, feet planted and fists on his hips as he stared out over the dark sea. His bronze scale-mail glinted faintly like dragon scales. Jace had never seen armor quite like it.
“We should be nearing the city.”
Jace scanned the horizon. He could barely make out the shore from this distance—just a black line against the indigo water and sky. No signs of a city, but the talcrins would know better how far they had traveled.
Someone else drew near. Jace shifted, and Rayad put his hand on his shoulder.
“How are you doing?”
Jace wasn’t sure if the question was in regards to his queasiness or what lay ahead. He shrugged. He still thought Balen should have chosen someone other than him to lead this mission. Someone with actual leadership skills and experience. But then, he was the one who could see in the dark, and their plan to take back Samara’s capital depended on infiltrating the city undetected. Logically, he offered the greatest chance of success.
Rayad gave his shoulder a squeeze. “We’ll be right behind you.”
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