Some said Eryndor was a storm caller, a man with the ability to tame the tempests. Kaelin wasn't so sure. There was something about him that drew her in, a sense of shared destiny that she couldn't ignore.
The storm rolled in like a living entity, its dark tendrils snaking across the horizon. Kaelin Darkhaven stood at the edge of the cliff, her long, raven-black hair whipping about her face like a maddening dance. The wind howled, a mournful cry that echoed the turmoil brewing within her. Storm’s Bride by Terri Cannon
The winds howled louder, threatening to sweep her off the cliff. Kaelin opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto the figure standing at the edge of the forest. Eryndor. He was watching her, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her skin prickle. Some said Eryndor was a storm caller, a
As the storm intensified, Kaelin's thoughts turned to the stranger who had arrived in town a fortnight ago. His name was Eryndor Thorne, a brooding figure with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. She'd felt an inexplicable jolt when their gazes met, as if the very fabric of reality had shifted. The storm rolled in like a living entity,
Some said Eryndor was a storm caller, a man with the ability to tame the tempests. Kaelin wasn't so sure. There was something about him that drew her in, a sense of shared destiny that she couldn't ignore.
The storm rolled in like a living entity, its dark tendrils snaking across the horizon. Kaelin Darkhaven stood at the edge of the cliff, her long, raven-black hair whipping about her face like a maddening dance. The wind howled, a mournful cry that echoed the turmoil brewing within her.
The winds howled louder, threatening to sweep her off the cliff. Kaelin opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto the figure standing at the edge of the forest. Eryndor. He was watching her, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her skin prickle.
As the storm intensified, Kaelin's thoughts turned to the stranger who had arrived in town a fortnight ago. His name was Eryndor Thorne, a brooding figure with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. She'd felt an inexplicable jolt when their gazes met, as if the very fabric of reality had shifted.