Firebrand (Green Rider Book 6)

Praise for the Green Rider series “ Green Rider is a wonderfully captivating heroic fantasy adventure .... Kristen Britain’s likable heroine and fast-paced plot kept me eagerly turning pages. This is the rarest of finds: a truly enjoyable read.” —Terry Goodkind, #1 New York Times -bestselling author of The Sword of Truth seriesxa0“Kristen Britain is one of the most astonishing fantasy writers working today . She has created a richly imagined world where magic is as real as courage, and where a young woman's heroism can change the course of history.” ―Tess Gerritsen, author of The Apprentice “Britain packs her exciting sixth Green Rider epic fantasy with new perils for her heroine, Karigan G’ladheon.... The pages fly by in this dramatic tale .” — Publishers Weekly “Britain’s latest combines familiar characters with new allies and enemies as it builds to a crucial point in the history of the land. Readers of epic fantasy and series followers will want this finely honed, skillfully crafted tale .” — Library Journal “Britain provides plenty of action …and a good command of character.” — Booklist “In masterly fashion, Britain ultimately manages to bring the major plotlines together in a big battle.... A rousing, satisfying adventure .” — Locus “There is something about returning to read a new book the Green Rider series that just makes me happy.... Addictive comfort reads that make me want to curl up with it until I finish.” —Speculative Heraldxa0“The gifted Ms. Britain writes with ease and grace as she creates a mesmerizing fantasy ambiance and an appealing heroine quite free of normal clichés.” — RT Book Reviews “This captivating fantasy is filled with adventure, action, and heroes. Karigan grows tremendously as a person and in the end finds her own place in this world. The characters, including minor ones, are well-developed and the plot is complex enough to get the reader thinking. This is a real page-turner .” — VOYA “Kristen Britain writes so beautifully that I never want to have to put her books down .” ―Fantasy Book Review Kristen Britain is the author of the New York Times bestselling Green Rider series. Deep within the spruce-fir forest of coastal Maine, down a rambling mossy vale, and far beneath the inkwell of the sky, you will find her woodland home, where she crafts her tales and consorts with a pair of furry, tuft-eared sprites. --This text refers to the hardcover edition. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. ARRIVALS “I know you can do it.” Mara placed her hands on Karigan’s shoulders and squeezed. xa0 “But—” xa0 “You survived Blackveil and Mornhavon the Black. You’ve even been through time!” xa0 “I don’t know . . .” Karigan glanced uncertainly toward the open doors of the throne room. The guards posted there watched her with interest. “I know.” Mara turned her around and marched her toward the entrance. xa0 This had to happen sooner or later, Karigan thought, but still she resisted. Mara just pushed harder until they stood on the threshold. xa0 “Now be a good Green Rider and go on in there,” Mara said. xa0 “Easy for you to say. Aren’t you coming?” xa0 “Heavens no! You couldn’t drag me.” xa0 “Coward.” Karigan knew her friend meant well, but a litxadtle more support would not have been asking too much. xa0 Mara simply smiled and gave her a gentle push. Karigan took a shaky breath and stepped across the threshold into the throne room. xa0 “KARIGAN HELGADORF G’LADHEON!” xa0 It thundered like a pronouncement of doom from the gods, and she pivoted as if to run back the way she had come, but Mara, arms crossed and shaking her head, blocked her escape. xa0 “Helgadorf?” asked an amused voice. King Zachary. xa0 Karigan winced, and warmth crept into her cheeks. Mara grinned at her. xa0 “Named after her great grand aunt, Your Majesty,” came a crusty reply. “A prickly old banshee no one particularly liked. Why Stevic would name her after—” xa0 “Brini!” came a sharp warning. xa0 Karigan slowly turned back around. There arrayed before the king’s throne, with a frazzled-looking Captain Mapstone in their midst, were her aunts, all four of them, and standing aloof just off to the side, her father. When Mara had informed her of their arrival, she’d been caught off guard, for they’d sent no forewarning, and it was winter, when travel was diffixadcult. Karigan, still struggling to adjust to ordinary life after her all-too-recent adventures, coupled with the accompanyxading darkness and sorrow, now faced a huge dose of “ordinary” in the form of her family, and it threatened to overwhelm her. xa0 Her aunts could exasperate even the stoutest of souls at the best of times, and she was so very tired . . . xa0 “Helgadorf was more a leader than anyone else on Black Island during her day,” Aunt Stace said with a sniff. “She orxadganized the island to repel pirates and raids from the Under Kingdoms.” xa0 “She was still a banshee,” Aunt Brini muttered, and then whispered loud enough for all to hear, “and she still is.” xa0 Great Grand Aunt Helgadorf had been dead for forty years. xa0 Ignoring her sister, Aunt Stace, with her hands on her hips, said, “Don’t just stand there like a post without a fence, Kari girl, come here.” xa0 Karigan glanced over her shoulder. Mara had not lingered to witness the reunion. She considered making a run for it, but doing so would only prolong the inevitable. Best to face them now. She took a deep breath and started walking slowly down the runner like a swimmer reluctant to dive into icy water. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see her family— she loved them more than anything— but she didn’t want to face their questions about the expedition into Blackveil, about how she’d gone missing and was presumed dead. She didn’t want to speak of the future and her experiences there bexadcause to do so was to relive the dark. And her memories of Cade? Those were hers, and hers alone, and not a casual topic of conversation. Knowing her aunts, however, they would pick and pry until they stripped the carcass to the bone. xa0 When she had written them after her return just over a month ago, she’d been characteristically terse, reassuring them she was alive and well, but avoiding the painful details. Captain Mapstone had also written her father, but she had no idea what had been said. Her aunts’ questions would come, she knew, from a place of love and concern, but she was not ready or willing to encourage them with additional fodder. xa0 And then there was the subject of her eye, about which she had said nothing, and about which they were bound to make an issue. She touched the leather patch that covered it, her right eye, and took another determined breath and picked up her pace. When she reached her aunts, they swarmed her with crushing hugs and kisses and complaints. xa0 “You are too skinny!” xa0 “We were told you were dead!” xa0 “Thank the gods you came back to us.” xa0 Aunt Gretta stared at her critically, her head canted to the side. “What is wrong with your eye?” xa0 “Got something in it, is all,” Karigan replied. xa0 “Let me see.” Aunt Gretta reached for her eyepatch. xa0 “No!” Karigan backed away. xa0 “I just want to see what’s wrong with your eye,” Aunt Gretta said in a stung voice. xa0 Karigan covered it with her hand. “No.” “Removing the patch,” Captain Mapstone said, “causes her eye pain.” xa0 That was very true, but it was so much more than that. xa0 Because the captain had spoken up, all four aunts now turned on her demanding explanations. The captain must have known this would happen, and Karigan made a mental note to thank her at the next opportunity. xa0 Her father, who had stood remote, used the distraction to finally reach for her, his arms wide open. She stepped into his embrace and hugged him hard. “We had to come and see you,” he murmured. “Nothing could stop us. We thought we had lost you.” xa0 “I know,” she said, “but I came back. I am too stubborn to be lost. Stubborn, like you.” xa0 When they parted, he rubbed his eyes. Karigan stared, asxadtonished. Had she ever seen him cry before? He took a ratxadtling breath and collected himself. “I would like the complete story of what happened to you. The captain,” and now his voice tightened, “was vague on the subject, and your letter was, shall we say, rather lacking?” xa0 “I, uh—” xa0 At that moment, a hand rested on her sleeve. Startled, she looked up. The king. He had descended from his throne chair and approached from her blind side. She’d never get used to the loss of her peripheral vision in that eye. xa0 “Your Majesty,” she said a little breathlessly. She looked down, unable to meet his gaze, for it held so much that rexadmained unresolved between them. xa0 “I believe your captain requires rescuing.” xa0 She glanced at her besieged captain. All four aunts were still chivvying her about Karigan’s appearance, and didn’t she take better care of the people under her command? Thankxadfully, Karigan thought, they could not see her other scars, those of the flesh hidden by her uniform, as well as the invisxadible wounds within. xa0 “Enough,” she told them firmly. “Captain Mapstone is not to blame for anything.” When this failed to quell their outxadrage, she added, “And do not forget you are in the king’s presxadence.” xa0 That silenced them, and quite suddenly they each looked ashamed and started curtsying to the king and uttering chasxadtened apologies. Captain Mapstone simply looked relieved. xa0 “Sir Karigan,” the king said, “ We are releasing you from duty so you may spend a couple days with your family. We hope you will be able to satisfy their curiosity about your most recent exploits. And to your family, We say, know that Sir Karigan has Our highest esteem. She has served this realm well and courageously time and again. She should receive no reproach from her closest kin, only praise and honor.” xa0 Karigan stared at him in surprise. First, he had used the royal “we,” which she had rarely, if ever, heard from him. Then there was the rest of his speech. Her aunts looked asxadtonished and her father very proud. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t known the king regarded her highly; he had knighted her, after all, but it must have made more of an impression on them coming directly from his mouth. It certainly impressed Karigan. xa0 Her father bowed. “Thank you, sire. I have always considxadered my daughter exceptional, and it pleases me she has served Your Majesty well. But we have been enough of a disxadtraction to you, as you must have important matters of state to attend to.” xa0 As if his words had been prescient, there was a brief comxadmotion at the throne room entrance, and a moment later, Neff, the herald, bolted down the length of the room and bowed before the king. “Your Majesty, visitors from—” xa0 He didn’t have to complete his sentence for them to know where the visitors were from. Three of them, cloaked in shimxadmering gray against the winter, entered the throne room. The dim afternoon light seemed to stretch through the tall winxaddows for the singular purpose of brightening their presence. The trio glided down the runner with long, matched strides. Not too fast, not too slow. xa0 Aunt Tory tugged on Karigan’s sleeve. “Child, are those Elt? Real Elt?” xa0 “Very real,” she murmured on an exhalation. A sense of familiarity washed over her. Not as if she had experienced this scene before, but more as if there were a rightness to it, like a thread of time that had been realigned. xa0 Also, because the Eletian leading his two companions was well known to her. xa0 “Lhean.” xa0 He halted before her and nodded. “Galadheon.” xa0 Aunt Brini loudly whispered, “Why does he say our name like that?” Karigan did not answer. Unable to restrain herself, she hugged Lhean. She had never hugged an Eletian before, and he stiffened in surprise, then relaxed and hugged her back, if tentatively. He smelled of the winter wind and fresh snow. They had been through much together, the two of them, first the journey into Blackveil, then being thrust into the future. He was Karigan’s only living link to what had befallen her in the future, the only one, besides herself, who had known what it was really like there. xa0 He studied her for a timeless moment, and what went on behind his clear blue eyes, she could not say. Eletians, their behaviors and expressions, were not always easy to interpret. Then he nodded to himself as if satisfied by his observation of her. “It is good to see you again.” xa0 He swiftly turned from her, and he and his companions bowed to King Zachary. The others were familiar to Karigan, as well. She had briefly met Enver and Idris upon her return from the future to the present. xa0 Karigan’s aunts watched the scene in wide-eyed enchantxadment. Her father, however, glowered. Karigan knew he disxadtrusted all things magical, and Eletians embodied magic as no other beings did. She was sure he also resented them for any questionable influence they’d had over his late wife and daughter. xa0 “We bring you greetings, Firebrand,” Lhean told the king, “from our prince, Ari-matiel Jametari.” xa0 King Zachary stepped up to the dais and sat once more upon his throne chair. “And to what honor do I owe his greetxadings, brought in the midst of winter?” xa0 Karigan knew she should be escorting her family out of the throne room so the king could conduct his business withxadout an audience, but she couldn’t help herself. A visit by Elexadtians was momentous, and besides, it was Lhean! What, she wondered, would he tell King Zachary? xa0 His answer, however, was delayed, delayed by the arrival of yet another unexpected visitor. --This text refers to the hardcover edition. Read more