Author: Tia Reed
Betrothed to a cruel lord, Princess Kordahla dreams of fleeing to her decadent neighbour, a journey fraught with danger, and no promise of sanctuary at its end. Her one hope is to offer the southern shah a prize so valuable he cannot refuse to harbour her: the secret of the mahktashaan, the soldier-magicians sworn to protect her father’s court.
But the mahktashaan guard their magic with blooded sword, and in stealing one of their powerful crystals she will risk her life. Unless she accepts the help of a treacherous djinn intent on tricking her into a deal.
It is a compact which threatens to shatter the fragile peace in the Three Realms.
A gripping tale of realms besieged and honour lost, of blood-ties severed and romance dreamed, Dark Djinn begins an epic quest to save mortals from the schemes of djinn.
As abruptly as it started, the shower of fish ended. A number of the creatures yet flailed on the ground, grappers all she noted with surprise, dark tops delineated from light bellies by a reddish stripe. The hesitant crowd edged toward the saltwater treat and, at her suggestion, Mariano ordered the group pick their way out of the bounty so that the less fortunate might claim their windfall. Quite literally, she thought with no trace of amusement. She made the sign of the warding but dropped her hand when Vinsant scoffed, jumped off his horse and grabbed a wriggling fish.
Levi and Arun, she noticed, had already dismounted and were casting their glowing crystals about the clear skies. Around them, the crowd chanted haunting praise to Vae’omar and Vae’oeldin for their bounty, even though it was not the hour for prayer. Nor was the air chill. For all the utter madness she had just experienced, for all the magic the Majoria was spelling, she, the most sensitive of her family, sensed no still wind. Only when she caught the Majoria’s slight shake of his head did disquiet seize her. Why that should be, she could not say; the absence of djinn should have been an unequivocal cause for relief. As the party covered the final distance home, the heightened attention of the mahktashaan to every deep shadow, to each faint sound, to every gust of wind, only served to intensify her foreboding.