Author: Amanda Bouchet
Series: The Kingmaker Chronicles, #2
ISBN: 9781492626046
Pubdate: January 3, 2017
Genre: Fantasy Romance
SHE'S DESTINED TO DESTROY THE
WORLD…
BUT NOT IF SHE CAN HELP IT
"Cat" Catalia Fisa has been
running from her destiny since she could crawl. But now, her newfound loved
ones are caught between the shadow of Cat's tortured past and the threat of her
world-shattering future. So what's a warrior queen to do when she knows it's
her fate to be the harbinger of doom? Everything in her power.
Griffin
knows Cat is destined to change the world—for the better. As the realms are
descending into all-out war, Cat and Griffin risk sacrificing everything
they’ve fought for. Gods willing, they will emerge side-by-side in the heart of
their future kingdom...or die trying.
A note to
readers of The Kingmaker Chronicles from Amanda Bouchet:

Enjoy this excerpt:
We assemble in the Athena courtyard after breakfast on the fourth
day. Griffin and I are already mounted, but the rest of Beta Team—Kato, Flynn,
and Carver—are still finishing their good-byes, strapping on the last of their
gear, and readying their horses. If I’m not mistaken, Flynn is moving slowly
because he keeps shooting discreet glances toward Jocasta from under lowered
auburn brows. Carver, his long, leggy gait slower than usual, only just left
his family under the shaded arcades that band the castle’s ground floor like an
ornate, marble ribbon. And Kato, all blond hair, blue eyes, and corded muscle,
moves with casual purpose and lionesque indolence—unhurried in his stride but
powerful and inherently ready for action. Despite the stakes of the journey,
none of them seems to feel any real urgency to leave.
I don’t like lingering over farewells, and their lagging makes me
feel like I have ants in my pants. It’s all I can do not to start hopping in
the saddle. Panotii is champing at the bit, and so am I. He prances sideways
and bumps into Brown Horse. Brown Horse doesn’t move an inch and regards us
with calm, intelligent eyes. He’s so much like his rider that I almost laugh.
Unable to hold back a smile, I drink in Griffin with my eyes.
Actually, I look at Griffin all the time. I think about him even more, and
every time I do, it’s like a wild kick of adrenaline straight to the heart.
It’s distracting. He’s distracting.
A tingling warmth spreads beneath my skin. “I can’t wait to gallop.”
I haven’t been outside the city walls since Ios. Panotii and I need to stretch
our legs, see for miles, and feel the wind in our faces. It’s good for a horse.
For a person who’s been confined to a cage, it’s cathartic. Castle Sinta and
its grounds may be big, beautiful, and full of Griffin, but in some ways, it’s
still a cage. Real freedom is answering to only yourself, and being responsible
for no one. Since that’s a moral vacuum, none but the truly wicked are ever
truly free.
That must be how Mother feels—free.
Panotii keeps dancing, and I stroke his sleek, chestnut neck, trying
to soothe him. “Panotii wants to run, too.”
“You’ll burn yourselves out.” Griffin’s silver-hued eyes hold a hint
of warning. “And you’ll burn us out chasing you. We have a long way to go.”
I make a sour face. “Did I ever tell you I detest the voice of
reason?”
“Did I ever tell you you’re adorable when you’re riled up?”
I scowl. “I’m never adorable.”
“You’re right,” he says mock-seriously. “You’re very scary.
Especially with that curl bouncing over your cheek.”
I shove the stupid curl behind my ear. My wavy hair is turning even
more unruly with the approach of the rainy season. It’s overcast for the first
time in weeks, and I can smell the moisture in the air, somehow both sultry and
refreshing, as if a cloud were about to burst over the scorched land, but the
Gods aren’t quite ready to stick a dagger in it yet. My hair doesn’t know the
difference. Anything too short to stay firmly in my braid is now springing out
with gusto and frizzing all around my head.
Out of habit, I check my knives. My old set hangs from multiple belt
loops. My new set is secured to flat, leather straps circling my thighs. My
sword is on my back in a sling Griffin had fashioned for me along with the
thick boar’s hide armor that hugs my upper body from shoulders to waist in a
sleeveless, close-fitting shell. A direct hit will pierce the leather, but
it’ll provide protection from slices or glancing blows, as will the new
vambraces on my forearms.
I told Griffin I’d be too hot and confined, which I am, but he
insisted in that steady, intractable voice of his that if I want to ride with
warriors, I’d better have the equipment.
He knows I’ve been fighting without any of this since before I could
walk, but I humored him because I love him. Apparently, that’s how couples
work. Compromise. Gah!
Now there’s so much metal and leather weighing me down that I almost couldn’t
get on my horse.
Award-winning
author Amanda Bouchet grew up in New
England and studied French at the undergraduate and graduate levels, first at
Bowdoin College and then at Bowling Green State University. She moved to Paris,
France in 2001 and has been there ever since. She met her husband while
studying abroad, and the family now includes two bilingual children, who will
soon be correcting her French.
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