THE GOBLIN WARS

THE WARTIME CHRONICLES BOOK 1

At the birth of the blood crowned Prince, the goblins wage war on the Bradian elves of the north. Ravening like locusts the elfin kingdom bleeds beneath their iron-shod feet. In the shadow of ruin, the northern elves send their plea on the wind, a song of desperation carried south to the secret groves of the Wildwood. The Lithelian elves, born of salt and storm, answer. From their coastal sanctuaries they march—painted and with song—into the rotting heart of war.

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Among them walks Rayne. Young, untested, she steps into the dark for the first time. Determined to earn the red and black paint of her people, she seeks not glory but belonging. Yet war is no teacher of pride. Steel sings louder than names. Blood baptizes more swiftly than prayers. In the howl of battle, beneath the broken moons, Rayne must choose, to vanish like so many before her or to become something else. Something forged in grief and fire. Something worthy of fear.