The Kiss of Deception (The Remnant Chronicles, #1)

by Mary E. Pearson

it was a fifteen-minute journey at most—faster if you weren’t riding three asses that were in no hurry to get anywhere.

But in Civica, the air itself was tight, waiting to catch you, beat you down, always laced with the scent of watching and warning. Here in Terravin, the air was just air, and whatever it held, it held.

both old to be parents of such a young child, but sometimes heaven brought unexpected gifts.