Deck of Cards: A Medieval Romantic Adventure (English Edition) [Kindle-editie] beoordelingen het boek quotes

Princess Katherine has found herself in a precarious predicament. Through an arranged marriage set in motion years before, she has found herself engaged to the cruel King Philip. Philip’s rival from a neighboring kingdom is advancing, attempting to free his brother, whom Philip holds captive. Katherine secretly attempts to locate Philip’s prisoner, King Matthew, hoping that together they can find a way to escape Philip’s devious clutches. However, Katherine has not spoken since a tragic event years ago and, now she must rely on others to help her find her voice and find her path to freedom. Meanwhile, King Matthew’s brother King Caleb is building his forces, ready to avenge his stolen brother and restore him to his thrown. Will Caleb be in time to release his brother before Philip allies with his insidious cousin, King Leopold? Will Katherine escape from Philip and find her true love? This story of love and heartache will leave you breathless. A tale of love and war full of so many twists and turns, you’ll find yourself both shocked and elated as the story unwinds. Deck of Cards is a spellbinding journey, which will keep you hanging on every word until the captivating ending. Excerpt from Chapter 1: Darkness filled the room, clinging to the furniture and the walls, denying even a small crack of light to penetrate, except for one pinpoint seeping its way through the keyhole of the double-hung oak doors. Katey braced herself for a moment, taking a deep breath and slowly sinking into reality. It was thunder that had awoken her; it must have been, not the bone-rattling vibration of cannon fire as she had subconsciously incorporated into her dream. For a brief moment, she contemplated rising and attempting to verify the source of her momentary panic was indeed the weather. But that would mean wondering into the hallway by herself and that was not something she was willing to do without the promise of daylight. As she lay in the darkness, listening to the soft rise and fall of Joan’s breathing next to her, she was once again reminded of how much she hated her present situation, how desperately she wanted to return home, leaving this miserable windowless prison of a room and its surrounding layers far behind. Gathering the edge of the blanket in her hand and giving a small tug to cause her lady-in-waiting to release a bit, she rolled over, unsure whether the extreme darkness was because her eyes had actually fallen shut again or if it was just the miserable room she now dwelt in. As dark and damp as it was at night, without a window, even the sunniest of days had little affect on changing the ambience. She heard another rumble and determined it was in fact thunder, nothing to worry about, and contemplated going back to sleep. It was a risky proposition, especially now that the nightmares had already began, but then, so was staying awake. In the pitch black, it was more difficult for the shadows to form into shape-shifters. Perhaps the only positive to living in such an environment, the ghoulish faces and bone-white fingers that had reached from behind the thick curtains in her own room on a nightly basis were not able to penetrate this thick veil of blackness. She missed her home so desperately and was willing to do anything to return, but she was thankful that she was no longer haunted each night while she was drifting off to sleep. No, here at Castle Blackthorn it was only when she was asleep that she was haunted by the distant sound of cannon fire growing closer, the ghastly demonic face that stared at her through the eyes of death, and the inhuman shriek that infiltrated nearly every single dream she had dreamt since she was four years old.