The Forgetting Moon (Five Warrior Angels, #1)

by Brian Lee Durfee

Gault had a vivid recollection of the day he had first met her—a lone cloaked figure, shivering and stumbling across the dusky plains of the Sør Sevier Nordland Highlands, a babe in swaddling blankets in her arms. Gault, newly knighted in King Aevrett’s army, patrolling the highlands, had ridden up to her on his roan destrier. “Don’t take me back to him, Ser,” she had said, the hood of her tattered cloak falling from her face, revealing the eighteen-year-old beauty beneath. “I beg of you, Ser knight, don’t take me back to that monster.” Gault did not take Avril back to whatever monster had fathered her baby girl. He did not ask for the man’s name, either. Instead he had swooped Avril and the babe up onto his roan and carried them to Rokenwalder. In the city of their king they married. Together they had named the baby Krista, and for the next two years Avril and Gault had raised her, Gault treating the babe as his own. Even after Avril had died, Gault looked after the girl as a noble knight should, never telling Krista that she was not the seed of his own loins, never feeling the need to. The war in Adin Wyte had torn him away from Krista when she was but seven. A brief visit with her at twelve, and then off to conquer Wyn Darrè. King Aevrett watched over her now. Gault missed her so. As he missed Avril. He sometimes felt so lonely for his wife he feared the pain of it would someday be the end of him.

Nail’s sister?

fifteen moons and seasons.

Durfee building a world.

the Afflicted Moon, followed by the Blackest Moon and the Shrouded Moon. On the first day of spring was the Mourning Moon, then Ethic Moon, Angel Moon, Fire Moon, and next, in the middle of the summer, came her favorite moon—the Blood Moon. Summer faded and turned to fall with the Heart Moon, followed by the Crown Moon, Thunder Moon, Archaic Moon, and Lonesome Moon. Snow season began again with the Forgetting Moon and really got frigid with the Winter Moon—fifteen moons in all, twenty-four days each, three hundred sixty days total, one year, and then it all started over again.

Moons and Seasons details.

“You and your sister were kept from each other for a purpose—” “Where is she?” Nail’s heart raced, mind suddenly spinning with confusion. “Listen, boy.” Hawkwood gripped his arm. “Your mother is dead. I wish it were otherwise. They will say she was Cassietta Raybourne, the younger sister of King Torrence Raybourne of Wyn Darrè . . . and Shawcroft your uncle. They will say you are from Wyn Darrè. That Raybourne blood flows in your veins, mixed with . . .” “Who will say?” Nail demanded through gritted teeth. Hawkwood’s eyes were glazing over quickly. “They will say your father is King Aevrett Raijael of Sør Sevier . . . that

When Hawkwood says, “They will say…”. I wonder what the truth is?

you are King Aevrett’s youngest son. And that only the . . . only the youngest Raijael can claim ownership . . . of the title . . . Angel Prince.” Hawkwood’s eyes rolled up. “But your . . . your destiny,” he mumbled, falling forward into Nail’s legs, clutching at him for support, “even they cannot fully fathom.”

Again, what is the truth?