Back Dreams Made Flesh
Chapters (75)
  1. Praise
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Acknowledgements
  6. WEAVER OF DREAMS - Long, long ago . . .
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. THE PRINCE OF EBON RIH - This story takes place after the events in Heir to the Shadows
  16. ONE
  17. TWO
  18. THREE
  19. FOUR
  20. FIVE
  21. SIX
  22. SEVEN
  23. EIGHT
  24. NINE
  25. TEN
  26. ELEVEN
  27. TWELVE
  28. THIRTEEN
  29. FOURTEEN
  30. FIFTEEN
  31. SIXTEEN
  32. SEVENTEEN
  33. EIGHTEEN
  34. NINETEEN
  35. TWENTY
  36. TWENTY-ONE
  37. TWENTY-TWO
  38. TWENTY-THREE
  39. TWENTY-FOUR
  40. ZUULAMAN - A story from Saetan’s past
  41. Chapter 1
  42. Chapter 2
  43. Chapter 3
  44. Chapter 4
  45. Chapter 5
  46. Chapter 6
  47. Chapter 7
  48. Chapter 8
  49. Chapter 9
  50. Chapter 10
  51. Chapter 11
  52. Chapter 12
  53. Chapter 13
  54. Chapter 14
  55. Chapter 15
  56. Chapter 16
  57. KAELEER’S HEART - This story takes place after the events in Queen of the Darkness
  58. 1
  59. TWO
  60. THREE
  61. 1
  62. 1
  63. SIX
  64. 1
  65. 1
  66. 1
  67. 1
  68. 1
  69. 1
  70. 1
  71. 1
  72. 1
  73. SIXTEEN
  74. SEVENTEEN
  75. Present

And if the people in Ebon Rih thought Lucivar was freed because of his family connections rather than because he was truly innocent, it would shatter his life. The Blood here would never continue to accept him as the Warlord Prince of Ebon Rih.

“You can’t,” Marian said. “Even if they believed you, even if they did demand that he serve you, he’s an Ebon-gray Warlord Prince. You’d never control him.”

“He’d have to wear a Ring of Obedience,” Roxie replied. “I’ve heard those Rings can control any male.”

Roxie didn’t care that this would ruin him. She just wanted to enslave him, wanted to force him back into that pain he’d endured when he’d lived in Terreille. Lucivar would never obey Roxie willingly, so she’d have to use the Ring to hurt him—and because he’d never shown any interest in her, she would enjoy hurting him.

“You can’t do that to him,” Marian said as something inside her strained to break free.

“Watch me.” Roxie turned and started to walk away.

“No!” Dropping her basket, Marian threw herself at Roxie.

Lucivar pushed his way through the crowd, cursing under his breath. A brawl on the main street of Riada. Just what he needed today. He’d hoped to convince Marian to set aside her chores for an hour to go flying with him since it was a lovely day and she hadn’t had much of a chance to enjoy her recovered skills during the winter. Although that icy free fall they’d performed one sunny afternoon had ended with an enjoyable evening keeping each other warm in bed.

First he’d take care of this mess, then share a midday meal at The Tavern with Jaenelle as they’d planned. After that, he’d go home and see—

He reached the front of the crowd and stared at the two women rolling around in the mud, punching, slapping, and generally trying to tear each other apart.

“Mother Night, Marian,” he said, shaking his head. What in the name of Hell was she doing?

Moving forward, he waited for an opening, then grabbed the back of Marian’s belted cape and yanked. He heard cloth rip as he lifted her enough to get his other hand under her and haul her back out of Roxie’s reach.