Books by M L Ruscsak

Tizennyolc évvel ezel¿tt Nisha hercegn¿ árva lett csak napokkal a születése után. A szülei és mindazok, akiknek Fey-vére van, mind elt¿ntek. Mindezt elnyelte egy t¿z, amelyet egyik sem tudott megállítani. Vagy legalábbis ezt mondják. Ezt hangosan kimondják. Igazság? Talán. De ezek azok a szavak, amelyekben Nisha soha nem bízott. Nem tudtam megbízni, mivel soha nem hangzottak egészen jól. Mégis, még szeretett nagynénje sem hitt neki, amikor megkérd¿jelezte az aznap éjszaka eseményeit. Senki sem hitt neki, amikor tizenhárom éves lett, és az Under Kingdom királyn¿je lett. Nem bíztak benne, amikor ereje és természetes képességei ijeszt¿ eredménnyel kezdtek növekedni. Rendben volt, ha nem akartak hinni neki, amikor hazaért és megkoronázta Darke királyn¿jét, akkor megmutatta nekik. Ha már királyn¿ volt, akkor minden választ megtalál, amire valaha is vágyott. Nem számít, ki vagy mi állja az útját, mert megmutatja nekik, miért kell félni t¿le. Megmutatja nekik, mi jött létre, amikor a szüleit ellopták t¿le. Mert ¿ Nisha és a sötétség lánya.

Before Nisha. Before Adrianna. Before the countries even had names, there were the Star Cities. Ruled each in their own way... all answering to one. Primitiva was born the second daughter of the royal house of Lunaista. She was born for greatness. Born to be the first as her name suggested. If she stayed on her safe little star she would either die without ever knowing her true potential or be forced into marriage. Neither appealed to her. A vision told her the truth. Death would come for her if she stayed. Leaving her only child under the cover of darkness, she did the unthinkable and dove into the abyss. Somewhere out here was her destiny. Somewhere she would find a way to help her sister survive. Somehow the child that she saw in her vision would be born. That child would one-day rule Both Pallas and unify the Star Cities. She just had to make sure the bloodlines for that that birth would come forth. Even if it meant turning her back on all that, she had ever known.

Eighteen years ago, Princess Nisha became an orphan just days after her birth. Her parents and all of those with Fey blood all gone. All consumed by a fire that none had been able to stop. Or at least this is what is told. This is what is spoken aloud. Truth? Perhaps. But these are words Nisha has never trusted. Couldn't trust since they have never sounded quite right. Yet, not even her beloved aunt ever believed her when she questioned the events of that night. No one believed her when she had turned thirteen and she became the queen of the Under Kingdom. They didn't trust her when her powers and natural abilities began to grow to frightening results. That was fine, if they didn't want to believe her then once she home and crowned Queen of Darke, then she would show them. Once she was Queen then she would find every answer that she had ever wanted.

Eighteen years ago, Princess Nisha became an orphan just days after her birth. Her parents and all of those with Fey blood all gone. All consumed by a fire that none had been able to stop. Or at least this is what is told. This is what is spoken aloud. Truth? Perhaps. But these are words Nisha has never trusted. Couldn''t trust since they have never sounded quite right. Yet, not even her beloved aunt ever believed her when she questioned the events of that night. No one believed her when she had turned thirteen and she became the queen of the Under Kingdom. They didn''t trust her when her powers and natural abilities began to grow to frightening results. That was fine, if they didn''t want to believe her then once she home and crowned Queen of Darke, then she would show them. Once she was Queen then she would find every answer that she had ever wanted.