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Queen Mother by Jeff Wheeler
Queen Mother by Jeff Wheeler
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A lurking evil is coming to idyllic Clairvaux that will change everything the angel sworn believe about the past, the present, and their future.
In the secluded valley of Clairvaux, immortality and magic are guarded by the angel sworn, who bond with animals to protect the land and its immortal fruit. When a mysterious evil begins to ravage the valley, healer-in-training Cimree must uncover the truth behind the deadly transformation of animals into monsters. With the help of a fallen angel, Cimree races against time to stop the impending doom and save Clairvaux from destruction or to find another land where they can survive the coming destruction.
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“Action and intrigue are Wheeler’s bread and butter, as are stories with the core value of virtue without ambiguity and gratuitous violence, all on display here.” ~ Booklist
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“Wheeler once again blends exciting confrontations with depth of characterization and superb world building.” ~ Booklist
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✅ Forbidden Magic
✅ Fallen Angels
✅ Betrayal
✅ Reluctant Leader
✅ Magical Transformation
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Look Inside Ch. 1
Look Inside Ch. 1
There was no place in all the world as beautiful as Clairvaux. Rugged cliffs rose on either side, forming a wedge-shaped valley between them. Waterfalls cascaded down their speckled faces. Some large and fierce. Some hardly more than a trickle. There were seventy-two waterfalls in all. Cimree had counted them and knew each one. And where the valley stretched to its widest, there loomed snow-peaked mountains showing a change in the weather was coming. Honeysuckle, purple catmint, blanched aspen, and meadows of wildflowers provided colors that dazzled the eye, and combined with the ever-present soothing noise of the waterfalls, they created an impossible beauty and feeling of serenity. Every morning, choirs of angelic voices sang from the upper heights of the cliffs. This morning had been no different. Why did she feel she didn’t belong there?
Cimree knelt in the tall meadow grass, watching bees dart from within the violet flowers of a catmint bush. She brushed dirt from her trews as she knelt there, her cloak snug against her shoulders as she observed the hive’s activity. Their droning noise made her nervous, but she’d been working to tame her fear. When she was little, she’d shriek if one lit on her, for even though she knew the insects were harmless, they terrified her. But they shouldn’t. If she was going to be a healer in the valley, it would be to her benefit to befriend the creatures.
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