The Prison Healer (The Prison Healer, #1)

by Lynette Noni

Never forget, little mouse: no two people look the same, but we are each beautiful in our own ways. The human body is a masterpiece that deserves our respect. Always.

Dreams were for fools. And Kiva was the biggest fool of them all.

“It’s believed that she’s Tilda Corentine,” the guard said. “The Rebel Queen.”

Don’t let her die. We are coming.

Kiva’s family are rebels

“I have a lot of dreams. A lot of nightmares, too. Only time will tell which path my life will take.”

People—especially men—could react poorly if they thought their intelligence was being criticized.

So you’re right, you don’t need me fighting your battles.” He moved a step closer, his tone husky as he finished, “But . . . if you’ll let me, I’d like to be standing beside you as you fight them.”

“But things happen in life that you don’t expect, that you can’t plan for and you’re helpless to stop. Their story didn’t end as it should have. But I know for a fact that they’d live it all over again, even the ending, as long as it meant they could keep their beginning.” But, Papa, the endings are the best part. Sometimes, sweetheart. But other times, the beginnings are.

Hope was a drug, and Kiva an addict. She couldn’t keep believing, couldn’t keep trusting, couldn’t keep hoping.

“Never apologize for loving someone. Even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts.”

everyone who comes to see you for the smallest thing ends up getting sick—explain that, healer! Everworld help them.

Kiva knew what was causing the sickness.

But Olisha was also wrong, because there wasn’t only goldenroot in the vial.

Wraithweed.

More commonly known as Death’s Embrace. The immunity booster—it wasn’t medicine. It was poison.

They were being g...

he got them from someone else.

the “he” is rooke. he is trying to get rid of Kiva

WAS ITS NARRI

JAREN HAS MAGIC???

“Yes, you do,” he said quietly.

He’d brought her back to life. But that wasn’t the part she didn’t understand.

They were surrounded by fire. And air. In the middle of a body of water.

Because Jaren had elemental magic.

Jaren was an anomaly.

No one but Naari knows.”

Warden Rooke had killed her father.

With elemental magic.

Jaren wasn’t a prisoner—he was a Vallentis.

The same brother who had kept Kiva from falling to her death and then infused fire magic into his family’s crest, making Mirryn, his sister, deliver it.

Jaren was a Vallentis.

You’re to be imprisoned for suspected treason against the crown.

He was the heir to the throne. The crown prince. And he’d lied to her. For weeks.

Golden Shield—the highest position of honor for a guard. For a Royal Guard.

But that wasn’t all.

Jaren couldn’t just harness air and fire. He could also control earth and water. All four of the elements. No one had claimed such power since Queen Sarana herself.

Only screams.

The grounds of Zalindov were already stained with it.

That was all it took.

Golden light poured from Kiva’s fingertips, seeping into Tipp’s chest, flooding along his torso, sealing his flesh, inch by painful inch. It was working—it was working. His heartbeat was growing stronger, beat

after beat after beat. And then— He sucked in a breath, h...

Kiva wept openly, keeping her hands in place, willing that golden light to keep healing, to keep sealing. She was nearly there, only a few more inc...

It wasn’t too late for Tipp, nor for Jaren, Naari, and Kiva herself.

Mother is dead. I’m on my way to Vallenia. It’s time to reclaim our kingdom. And as Kiva combed her fingers through Tipp’s hair, the boy still fast asleep on her lap, she glanced up to meet Jaren’s blue-gold eyes once more, his gaze impossibly soft. She smiled shyly back, offering no indication as to who he was leading to his city . . . who he was welcoming into his home. Kiva Meridan. Born as Kiva Corentine. The Rebel Queen may have perished at Zalindov, but her daughter was alive and well, and free of Zalindov after ten long years. The Rebel Princess was finally ready to rise.