Four brothers are appealing in appearance and stature. Yet beneath the striking features, magnitude and charm, they are monsters, for each one of them have fallen to darkness and are cursed for all time. Possessed with unique power, along with the wrath to destroy, the brothers consume all in their paths …until unlikely maidens challenge them apiece.
Each of the four young maidens ventures out, vulnerable and alone, to battle unknown elements, demons, and strange magic. Risking all for the journey, they are set to find the demise of their monster. But the question of motive begins to infiltrate each of their minds. Are they really trying to save their people from the harm of the monster or redeem a heartless being for the sake of love? Because somehow, while daring, their own hearts are stolen in what could be the quickest path to destruction, the greatest betrayal of all.
Along the way, meet Lily of the Valley, Bright & Morning Star, Promise the King, and The Messenger, characters potentially aiding these impressionable young women who find themselves quite lost in the keeps of alluring yet unscrupulous brothers.
“Who are you?”
back into the shadows as she strode closer. “Someone you need not
supposed to mean?”
answer, she sighed.
“What a strange,
terrible day,” she mumbled. “Well, at least tell me your name . .
speechless, knowing he shouldn’t be there at all—conversing with
a Meleyan—especially not their musical deliverer that he was set to
doom the day after tomorrow.
interrupted her insistence, to his relief.
patted her stomach. He could see, even in the blackened night, how
her face turned a deeper shade of red than her hair. “I’ve
forgotten to eat. I guess I’m hungrier than I realized.”
from the tree he’d nearly become a part of and held it out to her.
The girl approached tentatively. She reached for the fruit but
recoiled when her fingers brushed his.
“Is touching me so
horrible?” he asked.
and her delicate brow furrowed. She inclined her head. “It . . .
“How?” he asked,
for her fingers felt good to him, soothing. Warm. He wanted to try
“I don’t know
how to explain . . .”
Unsatisfied with the answer, he tossed the apple to her and watched
as she crunched her teeth into it.
Tessa Stockton is a veteran of the performing arts and worldwide missions, having come from a long line of musical arts professionals. She loved seeing the world and absorbing the beauty of other cultures . . . an enriching life full of dance, music, faith, and interesting cuisine. Over the years, she also contributed as a writer/editor for ministry publications, ghostwriter for political content, and headed a column on the topic of forgiveness. Today, she writes fantasy, romance and political intrigue novels.