The Girl Who Wrote on Water ebook

 Book 2 in the Royal Mages series

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Sometimes a catastrophe isn’t the worst of your problems

As dust settles on the buried kingdom of Ymittos, Princess Derya faces a horrifying conclusion: her friend Princess Eliana has perished after failing to break an evil sorcerer’s curse. Which means the next obstacle in the plot to enslave the continent is Derya’s father — the Emperor of Cinar.

When the emperor tasks Derya with forming a crucial alliance, her only way forward is to race the sorcerer in a hunt for the magical scepter he lost a millennium ago. If he retrieves it, he’ll be unstoppable in his quest to dominate the world.

Seeking the scepter in barbarian-controlled territory could cost Derya her life.

But if she refuses the quest, she loses her right to the empire.

And if she fails, there won’t be an empire left to inherit.

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Chapter 1

Surviving a cataclysm only to die in an earthquake was not how Princess Derya wanted her life to end. The road rumbled under her feet, competing with the roar in her ears. The stony roadbed was an untrustworthy mire, as deceitful as ice on a lake after spring’s first caress. She staggered on wobbling knees to keep from tumbling to the ground. Dusky rocks the color of ash tumbled down the mountain slope, attacking the road like an invading army.

A boulder grazed her shin as it rolled by, its rough surface stabbing her flesh. Derya reached down to clutch the wound, but the ground under her feet shimmied as if the rocky soil had turned to churning mud. She stumbled and flailed her arms, as unsteady as if she was walking on the deck of a ship in a stormy sea. She grabbed the mane of the mare standing alongside her, trying both to regain her footing and to calm her panicked horse.

A few moments of murmuring to the mare quieted it. Derya rested her head on the horse’s withers, panting. When she caught her breath, she glanced at her throbbing leg. Her leggings were torn, but only a thin smear of blood trickled down her olive skin.

All around her, horses were plunging, straining at the reins, eyes wide and frightened. Soldiers clung to the reins, trying to calm the rearing, plunging animals. She watched, wishing she could hear anything other than the steady roar in her ears.

Several soldiers pointed at the foot of the mountain, mouths moving in silent, frantic cries. Several pulled their swords and assumed fighting stances.

Heart thumping, she looked to where they were pointing. The earthquake had opened a small cave in the hillside, tall enough for a horse to walk into. But what was it that frightened her men? Chiliarch Bahadir, the captain of her soldiers, ran over, waving his sword, gesturing, and by the looks of it, shouting orders.

Then she heard it. A higher-pitched roaring than the constant thundering in her ears, more like a frantic bellow. Chilled fingers of fear gripped her heart and sweat dampened her palms.

Bahadir slowed as he approached the cave. Suddenly, he sprang to the side, tripped, and fell on his back. A soldier rushed to help him up, glancing nervously at the cavern.

An enormous beast leaped from the cave, its boar-like head covered with dust and blood. One of its massive tusks was broken off about a foot from its jaw. Its mouth was wide open, revealing two rows of spiked teeth.