
Throne of Venom
An Immortal Enemy, Veil Between Worlds RomantasyBy Kaida EmberlyLength8h 20m
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The rain has been falling since dawn and still they make her stand in it. At the graveside, Rosalind Ashford does the one thing she has been told never to do. She looks.
Her grandmother is standing beside her own grave, barefoot in the mud, her burial shroud hanging open at the front. *The fingers passed through the rain without disturbing it.*
Rosalind screams. In the entry hall afterward, the bottom drawer of the sideboard is unlocked, a length of iron chain comes out, and it goes around her forearm once, twice, three times while she is told exactly what she is. *It's not a gift. It's not a blessing from the old gods. It's a sickness, a corruption, a thing that must be controlled.*
She is grown now, and being laced into a corset at Thornhall while the Smoke delegation crosses the Ironbridge at dawn. Her sister Phoebe has been humming since before daylight, because the vizier asked for her hand at first sight, in a letter *sealed in Smoke wax, black as pitch, she said, with a raven pressed into it.*
Rosalind knows better. What viziers actually pick, she thinks, is *territory, resources, leverage.*
She also knows that three nights ago the chapel was empty and the pews were full of ghosts, Thornhall soldiers with their throats slit and their eyes still wet. And that Lady Morwen has ears in every corridor, and that binding is not a threat in this house but a promise kept warm in a pocket.
The treaty blade waits on a velvet cushion in the great hall. So does one member of the delegation standing slightly apart from the rest: lean, skin the grey of river stone after rain, left hand wrapped in black linen from knuckle to wrist, eyes the pale yellow of a dying fire.
*My name is Connall Vex.* *And I think we have a problem.*
He came for the blade and found a copy with no flaw in it. She saw a woman in grey pouring death into a well. So, impossibly, did he. And somewhere behind all of it is a six-year-old girl named Cinder, held by the Smoke queen as the price of bringing the real blade home.
A fantasy romance of court treaties, iron bindings and a thing made of ash and ember, about a woman told her whole life that her sight is a sickness, and the one person who saw the same vision she did. The romance is closed-door.
Audiobook details
GenreRomance, Fantasy
Length8 hrs 20 mins
Narrated byListen with 1,000+ voices
FormateBook with Audio
LanguageEnglish
Table of contents
1Dedication
2Prologue
3Chapter 1 - The Ghost I Couldn’t Outrun
4Chapter 2 - The Blade I Came to Steal
5Chapter 3 - The Betrothal I Will Break
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6Chapter 4 - The Secret I Should Keep
7Chapter 5 - The Wound I Cannot Show
8Chapter 6 - The Daughter I Never Knew
9Chapter 7 - The False Blade
10Chapter 8 - The Dinner That Opened a Grave
11Chapter 9 - The Child Who Wasn’t Mine
12Chapter 10 - The Well of Lies
13Chapter 11 - The Betrothal Ball
14Chapter 12 - The Exile’s Bargain
15Chapter 13 - The River Ashbourne
16Chapter 14 - The Queen’s Glass Cage
17Chapter 15 - The Price of Keeping
18Chapter 16 - The Father I Became
19Chapter 17 - The Quarter of Lost Children
20Chapter 18 - The Father Who Should Have Been
21Chapter 19 - The Mother Who Made Monsters
22Chapter 20 - The Warsprite’s Choice
23Chapter 21 - The Court of Thorns and Smoke
24Chapter 22 - The Binding That Set Me Free
25Chapter 23 - The Rival’s Confession
26Chapter 24 - The Daughter I Found Twice
27Chapter 25 - The Life I Chose
28About the Author
29The End
30About the Author
31Also by Kaida Emberly
32Acknowledgements
33A Note from the Author