Guardian

Peace comes with a steep price.

The battle with Malkia’s father is far from over.

Despite their victory against the Elvens, she has no choice but to forge onward, knowing her father won’t stop until he’s destroyed her. And the civilizations across the moons of Theia are depending on her to end his tyranny, forcing her to refocus on the mission.

However, her weakened state has become debilitating and she questions her ability to see this journey to its end. Is she truly worthy to become Theia’s Guardian?

Or, has she outlived her use to the Aletheians and the ones she’s been striving to protect?

  EXCERPT    “What do you want?” Malkia hissed between clenched teeth. She frantically searched her mind for any bubble of her powers, but came up empty. Her child was taking every fraction of her abilities.    Ginny shoved her to the ground, chuckling when Malkia’s forehead struck the ground, driving a groan from her lips. “What do  I  want, you ask? Silly girl.” The older woman shot her a wicked grin. “I want you dead. And more importantly, I want that child within your womb, destroyed.”    Malkia’s eyes widened and she scooted away from the insane woman, stumbling to rise from the ground. But Ginny grasped her hair, yanking her backward, before she had a chance to right herself.    “It’s over,” Ginny growled, bringing her dagger down and driving it inside Malkia’s stomach.    -Niki Livingston

EXCERPT

“What do you want?” Malkia hissed between clenched teeth. She frantically searched her mind for any bubble of her powers, but came up empty. Her child was taking every fraction of her abilities.

Ginny shoved her to the ground, chuckling when Malkia’s forehead struck the ground, driving a groan from her lips. “What do I want, you ask? Silly girl.” The older woman shot her a wicked grin. “I want you dead. And more importantly, I want that child within your womb, destroyed.”

Malkia’s eyes widened and she scooted away from the insane woman, stumbling to rise from the ground. But Ginny grasped her hair, yanking her backward, before she had a chance to right herself.

“It’s over,” Ginny growled, bringing her dagger down and driving it inside Malkia’s stomach.

-Niki Livingston