Venezuelan ATLANTIS meets SERPENT & DOVE
Kaira wants nothing to do with her magic-wielding family’s political duties—including an arranged marriage to the enemy usurper king. When her escape attempt fails, King Ion promises to release her if she helps him heal the magical dome protecting their underwater land. But as they untangle the lies haunting both their families—and grow dangerously close—the price to save the world becomes painfully clear: the death of thousands and King Ion’s life … or hers.
The dome is alive.
On windless days, it hums like the sky waterfalls. On cloudless nights, it shimmers like the silver hair of the queen whose sacrifice gave it life.
The dome protects Arkanis from the ocean above. It serves the crown beneath the waves.
Without it, the world will drown.
The bluish sunlight filtering through the dome washes over the reeds that reach from the river like bony fingers. A lone dragonfly whirls through them, unaware of absurd rules and rebellions, untethered.
Hahubath, I pray to the Great Spirit, let me leave Father. Let my plan succeed.
Resolve heating my blood, I motion to the shaman warrior “guarding” me. “Can you help me practice a backflip?”
“Lady Kaira.” Holding a three-barbed spear, she surveys the mangrove forest and the palace glinting in the distance, the usurper king’s stronghold. A tremor rattles her frame. “Not today. We must return for your father’s announcement.”
My nostrils flare. I want nothing to do with that announcement. Today I turn seventeen and become a fully-grown spiritualist, which means it’s related to marriage. My marriage.
To whom? It doesn’t matter. A spiritualist marriage means being bound to a man like Father and children like Rin. The thought alone steals my breath.
I must escape. And this time, I can’t fail.