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A Song of Storm & Steel
(2027)(The fifth book in the Windtorn Chronicles series)
A novel by Brenda Trim
I came to Thornwick to disappear into a war nobody expected me to survive. Instead, the crown chose to wake up.
The fragments were supposed to be inert. Dead relics of a fracture that ended generations ago. It was dismantled to keep it out of the wrong hands. My appearance at Thornwick changed all that. I didn't get to decide whether the crown came back. I only get to decide what to do with it.
The Meridian has spent years engineering this war from the shadows. Their weapons don't kill riders. They do something worse. They sever the bond between a Sovereign and their rider. Cassian's armies are only the blade. Someone else is holding the hilt.
The only thing standing between that person getting total control of every bonded pair alive is a crown that was never meant to be a throne, and the two people the crown won't stop trying to fuse together.
I'm starting to understand what the restoration actually demands.
Because the deeper we go, the clearer it becomes that nothing about this war was an accident. Not the purge. Not the suppression. Not the way Kael and I keep ending up at the center of a machine that was built before either of us drew breath. And the closer the crown gets to being whole, the harder it is to tell where the power ends, and I begin.
Obsidian thinks the bond between us is ancient rather than accidental. I'm afraid he's right.
The Meridian wants the counter-piece. I want everyone I love to live through the next siege. Only one of those things is still possible, and I'm running out of walls to put between my people and what's coming for them.
Why does a dead bloodline keep answering a crown it was erased to forget?
Why does the enemy need me alive when killing me would be so much simpler?
And what happens to the woman holding the most powerful thing in the world when the war finally catches up to her?
Power isn't a crown you choose to wear. Sometimes it's a crown that chooses you and refuses to let go.
Welcome to the Reckoning, where:
The fragments were supposed to be inert. Dead relics of a fracture that ended generations ago. It was dismantled to keep it out of the wrong hands. My appearance at Thornwick changed all that. I didn't get to decide whether the crown came back. I only get to decide what to do with it.
The Meridian has spent years engineering this war from the shadows. Their weapons don't kill riders. They do something worse. They sever the bond between a Sovereign and their rider. Cassian's armies are only the blade. Someone else is holding the hilt.
The only thing standing between that person getting total control of every bonded pair alive is a crown that was never meant to be a throne, and the two people the crown won't stop trying to fuse together.
I'm starting to understand what the restoration actually demands.
Because the deeper we go, the clearer it becomes that nothing about this war was an accident. Not the purge. Not the suppression. Not the way Kael and I keep ending up at the center of a machine that was built before either of us drew breath. And the closer the crown gets to being whole, the harder it is to tell where the power ends, and I begin.
Obsidian thinks the bond between us is ancient rather than accidental. I'm afraid he's right.
The Meridian wants the counter-piece. I want everyone I love to live through the next siege. Only one of those things is still possible, and I'm running out of walls to put between my people and what's coming for them.
Why does a dead bloodline keep answering a crown it was erased to forget?
Why does the enemy need me alive when killing me would be so much simpler?
And what happens to the woman holding the most powerful thing in the world when the war finally catches up to her?
Power isn't a crown you choose to wear. Sometimes it's a crown that chooses you and refuses to let go.
Welcome to the Reckoning, where:
- A crown wakes after generations of silence and recognizes the one person it never should have
- A bloodline buried to be forgotten holds the key to ending the war
- The enemy doesn't kill bonded pairs — it tears them apart and leaves the pieces breathing
- The man who could complete the crown might be consumed by it
- Stopping a war means becoming the very thing you swore you'd never be
Perfect for readers who crave: Heroines who stop running and start ruling • Bonds that feel ancient instead of accidental • Monsters manufactured by the people who claim to be saving us • Slow-burn romance forged under siege • Power that chooses you whether you want it or not
Genre: Paranormal Romance
- Stopping a war means becoming the very thing you swore you'd never be
- The man who could complete the crown might be consumed by it
- The enemy doesn't kill bonded pairs — it tears them apart and leaves the pieces breathing
- A bloodline buried to be forgotten holds the key to ending the war
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