A marriage she didn’t want. A prophecy that could change the world.
Lynx of Norin is a proud warrior who always does what’s right for her people. When an ancient treaty and a thousand superhuman guards force her to leave her land for an arranged marriage, she knows it’s her duty. Lynx begrudgingly travels to wed her sworn enemy, the supernaturally powerful Lukan Avanov.
Lukan grows to love his bride-to-be, but he wasn’t prepared for a second mysterious visitor to ruin his plans. A curse that has been prophesied for ages may come true on Lukan’s watch, and it could bring down his entire family.
As Lynx seeks to destroy the Avanovs from the inside, Lukan fights to keep his kingdom from falling apart. Lives and civilization are on the line. Who will come out on top and who will fall to the deadly curse?
Rebel’s Honor is an epic steampunk fantasy set in a world where anything is possible. If you like page-turning action, captivating stories, and vivid steampunk imagery, then you’ll love the first installment in Gwynn White’s Crown of Blood series.
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About the World Building
The world this book is set in was inspired by two of my great loves: the wild places of southern Africa and old Mother Russia. Add a bit of steampunk madness to that weird mix and you get a great fantasy set in an intriguing world. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I loved creating it.
Enjoy a sneak preview of the opening page…
A dozen white eggs gleamed in the weak autumn sunshine, unguarded, as Lynx crouched in the tawny grass. It wouldn’t be long before an angry parent returned to defend the precious hoard. She pulled out a machete—one of two stored in sheaths strapped across her back—and held it ready in case the bird attacked.
Only the bravest of the brave stole from a breeding ostrich.
Her younger brother, Clay, squatted next to her. His blue eyes, so like her own, glistened with excitement for this egg raid, his once-in-a-lifetime rite-of-passage into the Norin tribe.
Lynx brushed Clay’s arm, clad in a worn leather tunic similar to hers, and nodded toward a male ostrich striding toward them. More dangerous than females, ostrich cocks increased the risk of death or injury, making the prize so much more valuable.
Black wings flapping, the ostrich bayed a warning, a thrilling roar that always reminded Lynx of the distant call of hunting lions. It was appropriate. An angry ostrich was every bit as vicious as any lion. She had seen friends disemboweled by ostrich kicks.
Sweat beaded Clay’s face and his fist clenched around his machete whitened.
Lynx tried but failed to ignore the shimmy of doubt rippling through her. She liked to believe her bravery was tempered by intelligence—most of the time, at least—but people in the rest of the empire would call her and Clay insane for what they were planning.
They’d be right.
The next few minutes would decide the course of her little brother’s life. And destroy hers, too, if anything went wrong.
At just fifteen, if Clay returned home today with an egg, he would pass into adulthood. With that, he’d earn the right to braid ostrich feathers and beads made from the eggshell in his hair. Best of all, he’d join Lynx in the raiders. Revered above all in Norin, raiders rode on the outskirts of the caravan, defending their people and their flock of ostriches from attack by their superhuman Chenayan masters.
But if Clay failed—and survived the encounter—he would be nothing more than a server, performing the menial tasks needed to keep the Norin caravan moving across their vassal country.
Her brother had accepted the risk. Lynx had one last chance to ensure he was truly committed. She leaned closer and stared at him.
“You don’t have to do this. You’re not yet sixteen. I won’t judge you if you say you’re not ready.”
Clay scowled at her. “I’ve been ready for months. Only he stopped me.”
He: their father, King Thorn, leader of the Norin.
Lynx understood her brother’s resentment; she had been only thirteen when she sneaked off to raid her egg. At the time, if anyone had known she planned to raid, she would have been chained to a post to stop her risking her life. But, as silent as an owl’s wing, she had slipped away from camp to face her ostrich. Now, at twenty, her father was training her to take over leadership of the raiders when he died and her oldest brother became king.
Who was she to deprive Clay of his chance to raid?