||Amber Quill Press
||Jan 1 2003
Windreaper: Book Five in the WindLegends Saga
A Destiny Unfolds:
It took less than ten minutes for him to lead them to the secret door which led into the passageway outside the master bedroom suite of rooms. It would be there that Brelan, his second oldest brother, would have gathered the King and Queen of Serenia for the meeting. He stopped before the panel that was in actuality a hidden door into the back of one special armoire and waited for Bent and Roget--Hawk as he went by now--to catch up with him. He could hear the muffled sound of voices from behind the panel.
The Darkwind: An enemy of the Temple, a champion of the people, his exploits imitated by the children of the land. Only those closest to him know of his dark secret and his even darker sins. A furtive plea for his aide sets into motion the deepest hurt a man can endure. Will he rise above it or be swallowed whole?
Legion A'Lex: A king without power, a puppet to Tohre's debauchery. Reduced to babysitter, referee, and lackey, he refuses to believe in hope or deliverance, even when he's forced to call on the only man capable of rescuing his son, never realizing he?s unleashed a passion too large to tame.
Amber-Lea: Vixen or Savior? Paramour or Queen? Will her love be enough to save Conar McGregor from himself and the bowels of the abyss he craves or do her intentions go deeper than that?
Roget could sense his friend’s hesitation. He could feel the uncertainty; could almost hear the wild beat of the Raven’s heart. “Are you all right?” he asked softly.
He couldn’t speak. He could only nod.
“Then you’d better put on your mask.”
Without thought, he reached into the pocket of his breeches and pulled out the black silk kerchief which he wore wound around his head to obscure and hide everything except his dark blue eyes. With the ease of practice, he draped the black silk around his head and tied it into place at the back of his neck. He looked up at Roget and then nodded.
Roget put his hand on the handle of the secret panel, but before he could pull the door open, he found his fingers covered by the icy flesh of the Raven’s restraining hand. He waited, instinctively knowing that Conar needed more time. “Whenever you’re ready,” Roget assured him.
Conar heard a soft feminine chime of laughter from behind the panel and nearly bolted. He drew in a ragged breath, his lids snapping shut with pain. He felt Roget’s hand on his shoulder.
“If you’re not ready, then we’ll go back.” Roget’s voice was like a ray of hope in a desperate storm of destruction.
Conar shook his head. “I can’t let my past destroy my future,” he said.
“And you can’t let yourself be destroyed, either,” Roget told him. Such bleak despair showed in the man’s tormented eyes that Roget winced.
“I would rather be in Labyrinth colony than here, right now, Hawk.”
“I know.” Roget gently folded his friend into his arms, stroking the tense back. “If I could do this for you, I would.”
He took heart from Roget’s warmth and love and he eased himself out of his friend’s arms and put up a hand to make sure his mask was in place, then motioned for Roget to open the door before he could change his mind.
The door opened. Roget walked through, his own mask in place. Bent followed, pushed into the room by Conar’s impatient grunt of demand.
Bent?” a sweet, husky voice asked in amazement. “We have missed you, old friend!’ The light, lilting feminine laughter, rich with beauty and thick with the sultry appeal of womanhood, was like a flash of lightning through the darkened secret passageway. Her voice lit the dark like a million fireflies in summer. “I am so happy to see you again.”
Bent’s deep bass rumble answered, but Conar couldn’t hear what the man said for the blood was pounding too hard in his ears. He took a deep breath, willed his heart to cease its bursting beat, stooped down and entered the secret doorway into the bedchamber. Squinting against the brightness of the gaily lit room, a room he remembered all too well, he raised his head and it was into her eyes his vision took him.
The breath in his lungs stopped and he stiffened with fear.
But it was the other female in the room whose whimper of greeting took him completely by surprise as she rushed to him.
ParaNormal Romance Reviews
A FIVE STAR WINNER!
This is the Fifth book in the series of the Windlegends Saga, and I have to say that I continue to be in awe of this talented author's work. Ms. Compo keeps you deeply engrossed in the story, and eager to find out what will happen next. Her characters are so realistic, they jump from the pages and have you still thinking about them long after the book has ended. You'll find yourself tempted (as I was many times) to jump to the last pages to see how this part of the story ends. Please don't! Try to restrain yourself, for it is well worth the wait. Those of you who are fans of Ms. Compo's WindLegends Saga will not be disappointed. I highly recommend reading, "The Windreaper" It's a Five Star Winner, and I eagerly await the next book in this series
Scribe's World Reviews
True to fashion, Ms. Boyett-Compo kept me up to 3am AGAIN. I just couldn?t put it down?and it was the second time I?d read it. Yes, it was that good.
Charlee said this was her favorite book of the series. I have to agree. This book was so powerfully emotional that I lost count of how many times my eyes teared.
Lovers of dark fantasy won?t want to miss this book?especially if you?ve read any of the others. Talk about tortured heroes! As soon as the paperback is available (I read the ebook version), it?s going on my keeper shelf. I definitely can?t wait for the next one. Do yourself a favor and head right over to BN.com or Amazon.com and order these books. They?ll take a while to get to you, but they?re well worth the wait.
WordWeaving's Award for Excellence
AWARD FOR EXCELLENCE
Connor McGregor reaps a bitter harvest resulting from years of horrific experiences in the fifth installment of the WindLegends Saga entitled WINDREAPER. Dark psychological overtones lend the novel depth and complexity that makes this hero all too human and understandably flawed. Indeed, years of exile to the Labyrinth and extreme abuse only created a stronger man in Conar McGregor. He successfully defied the odds, surviving events that would destroy any other man, only to allow his desire for revenge, to threaten to lead him down a path of destruction. Charlotte Boyett-Compo's masterful storytelling lends this novel a wonderful sense of power. Connor and Liza's story is so memorable, so haunting, and so tragic that readers will find a need for Kleenex and missed sleep, only to be left wanting more. WINDREAPER is a Winner of the WordWeaving Award for Excellence.
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