Greta and the Glass Kingdom (Mylena Chronicles, Book 2)
Chloe Jacobs
Language: English
Pages: 176
ISBN: 2:00274941
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Once upon a dark time...
Greta the human bounty hunter never quite fit into the shadowed, icy world of Mylena. Yet she's managed to defeat the demon Agramon and win the love of the darkly intense Goblin King, Isaac. Now Isaac wants her to rule by his side - a human queen. And the very announcement is enough to incite rebellion...
To make matters worse, defeating Agramon left Greta tainted with a dark magick. Its unclean power threatens to destroy her and everything she loves. With the Goblin King's life and the very peace of Mylena at stake, Greta must find a cure and fast.
Her only hope lies with the strange, elusive faeries in the Glass Kingdom...if she can get there before the evil within her destroys everything.
hundreds of years, our lands have been under a curse. The Great Mother deemed Mylena unworthy of her gifts and abandoned us to the endless winter.” Greta winced. Did he really have to go there? “And for many hundreds of years we have blamed humans for this curse, but we were wrong to do so.” He paused for effect. “I was wrong to do so. Humans are not the scourge we have been warned against for so long. In fact, it was a human. This human”—he took her hand—“who finally released Mylena from
one point to find Siona looking at her over her shoulder with an expression that seemed to alternate between sadness, confusion, and pity. Greta caught up with her. “You know, as a human in Mylena, I’ve had the great privilege of being treated with dismissal, hate, suspicion, and revulsion, and I manage to throw it off most of the time.” She leaned in. “But if you don’t wipe that look of pity off your face, I’m going to—” “Danem, I meant no—” “I won’t accept it, not from you, Siona.” Her
now when everything was spinning down the drain and it hurt so bad she could barely breathe through it. But in their darkest moments, Isaac hadn’t given up on her, and so long as there was the slimmest possibility of saving him—real or imagined—she wouldn’t give up on him, either. She winced. “I’m so sorry, Wyatt. I don’t know what to say.” He stood up and straightened his shoulders. “You don’t have to tell me. It was clear as soon as I saw you in his castle.” He paused. “You love him. Maybe I
working. The memory wouldn’t stick with her long enough to… She was getting fuzzy and didn’t think it was from pain. The storm of magick was so strong it swept away the words and thoughts and images she wanted to project before she could latch onto them, as if it didn’t want her to remember. He wasn’t responding. She caught sight of Dryden out of the corner of her eye with an arrow cocked and ready. Her breathing was shallow and raspy, and her lungs hurt. Her fingers slipped through his fur,
became a threat to every faerie…including my own mother.” “If you do that canceling-out thing with everyone, I can see why the faeries wouldn’t have wanted you around messing with their mojo. So why would they risk letting you back in now?” “They didn’t have much choice. I was the key to getting to you.” “Maybe the better question is, why would you want to come back?” She didn’t answer that. “Well, then, what can they possibly want with me? Obviously, it isn’t to help with my problem.”