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544 pages, ebook
First published January 23, 2018
Queens, countries, and cultures collided in Woodwalker and Ashes to Fire, the first two books in Emily B. Martin’s Creatures of Light series. From Mae’s guidance to retake Lumen Lake to Mona’s eye-opening adventure in Cyprien, we now see things from Gemma’s perspective—a queen in disgrace…and symbol of the oppressive power of Alcoro.
Queen Gemma—although she isn’t sure she still has claim to that title—is in prison.
To her people, it’s simply called “The Retreat,” but in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by guards and unable to speak to her husband, King Celeno, there’s no other word for it. The only comfort she has is knowing she might not be there long—the Prelate has let her know in no uncertain terms the council is, even now, deciding her ultimate fate.
And Gemma would resign herself to that if it wasn’t for a mysterious stranger breaking her free and setting her on a course that could change the world. With precious information—and a skeptical travel companion— Gemma must undertake a journey to find answers to the questions that have defined her life for years…and her country for centuries.
If she can make this desperate scheme work, she might not just forge peace between Alcoro and their neighbors, but win some peace of heart as well. And, perhaps, she’ll learn the same lessons Mae and Mona learned: that being Queen doesn’t mean having to do everything alone.
Creatures of Light—the eponymous third and final book in Emily B. Martin’s series—is a novel filled with adventure, betrayal, and a queen’s lifelong struggle to love and trust herself.
"We'll pretend we're having an affair," she replied.
"That's not funny."
"Oh, sure it is. Think of the look on Mona's face."
"Think of the look on Valien's," he admonished. "What would he say?"
"I'd say get on with it, or take it somewhere else," mumbled a groggy voice from under the trees, making Colm jump again. "Leastwise, let a man get as decent a sleep as he can in below-freezing temperatures."
I closed my eyes, the cold stone biting through my cloak.
"I wonder," I said, "if there is no such thing as bravery--if it's just fear coming from a different direction."
"You were brave to come here."
"No, I was just afraid. Like you. And I'm still afraid." I rubbed my eyes. "I've always been afraid."
He curled his fingers around the metal bars. "But...the thing is, at least you moved forward anyway. I don't think bravery is the absence of fear. Bravery is being afraid and taking action anyway."