Risen

In the final stretch of the war, the rules are changing faster than Anglia can keep up. The Kaisae of all Iliri is gone. Her mates are holding the army together. Her dreams are changing everything-and Sal? Shes not done yet.

The Emperor has taken too much from her. Life, loves, and much of her happiness. All she has left is desperation-and blind trust.

But shes not alone. She never has been.

If the iliri want to finally know peace, shes going to need some help. For once, the success of their species is out of her hands.

Ryali has promised to handle the situation in Dorton. This leaves the King free to focus on the assault of Terric. Elite units are lining up to help. The end of the war is near, but can Anglia truly make this happen? The fight is the least of their concerns. Killing a man is easy. Changing minds? Thats going to be impossible.

And yet its the whole reason the iliri have risen up: to finally be seen as equals. If this is going to work, its going to take more than ayati-more than the fate the iliri believe controls the world.

Its time for the pattern to change.