SWORD OF HEMLOCK

Renda you miss the war like an old love and in the missing you forget the bad of it The dead the maimed Sure youd not take it all back Would I not For Renda of Brannagh born and raised to be a knight peace doesnt sit well Gone is the confident commander in charge of an army In her place is a woman crude and foreign a knight in masque as a noblewoman She wishes for nothing more than to return to battle Until her seven year old niece goes missing setting off a chain of events that leave Renda longing for the peace so ardently scorned The gods bound and chained Plague Magic Prophecy Renda and her knights fight to save the kingdom from a faceless enemy bent on the ruination of Syon But through it all she struggles to combine Renda the knight and Renda the maid to learn what she lacks in order to come into her own For prophecy is a delicate thing