Queen of the Shining Sea (Blade and Rose #4)

Enemy mages and ships. An all-powerful organization gone rogue. One woman refuses to stand aside.

After the Divinity reveals its dark intentions, Rielle and her friends patrol the Shining Sea, doing all they can to stem the tide of gold flowing into Magehold and the dangerous goods flowing out. Facing Immortals and pirates at every turn, they wage battle after battle against clandestine Divinity ships in an effort to weaken its ability to grasp for power.

Meanwhile, Veris draws near and the Dragon King hunts Jon, whose life hangs in the balance as Olivia and Samara seek answers to heal his heart. As the werewolf presence in Emaurria escalates, Brennan is forced to confront both sides of his werewolf–noble identity and choose whether to reject it or embrace it. In a harsh and deadly wilderness, Leigh and Ambriel search for clues about the Sundering ritual, hoping to seal away the violent Immortals and save the land for good.

But the Divinity does not accept defeat — and when the Grand Divinus strikes back, it is not at Rielle but at Emaurria. Will she give up her war against the Divinity, or will Emaurria fall?

If you like the fantasy romance of A Court of Thorns and Roses, the dark intrigue of the Black Jewels series, the epic adventure of Game of Thrones, and a heroine who never gives up, you'll love this romantic epic fantasy series.

Buy Queen of the Shining Sea and dive into a medieval world sensual and dark, full of magic and greed, love and blades, where factions vie for influence and there are no easy choices...

Excerpt:

A convoy. An entire convoy.

Her long coat battered by the chilly sea winds, Rielle gripped the Liberté’s railing tightly and glared through the spyglass at the uneven twilit water. No visible ships, but the wakes were there, disturbing the surface of the waves. Given their size, the ships were big, transporting sizable cargo.

So the Divinity of Magic either had something of worth… or had finally gotten wind of her attacking their ships for the five months since the Magister Trials. Either way, this convoy would meet its end.

She handed the spyglass to Liam, who fixed it on the horizon. The cold bit at her sweaty palms, so she wiped them on her overcoat and then warmed them with puffs of warm breath.

Liam’s blond-stubbled chin jutted out, and he popped his jaw. “I don’t see anything.”

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“The wakes,” she said, and he hissed out a breath. “Illusion magic.”

“Three galleons,” he murmured, “with at least half a dozen ships in escort.”

Sizable.

But half a dozen, a dozen—it made no difference. This was what she had been trained to do. Battle magic. And the Grand Divinus—no, Samanta Vota—would not get away with circulating the drug sen’a anymore. Maybe she couldn’t fight the Divinity directly, but she could cripple its shipping, and wither the constantly flowing vein of the gold it needed to keep functioning.

A small rupture in the hull would slowly sink a vast ship. Even one so vast as the Divinity of Magic.

Liam collapsed the spyglass. “You’re missing the point. The heavier escort means the Divinity is aware of us. Those ships are prepared.”

Or,” she said, with a tilt of her head as she leaned her elbows against the railing, “that galleon has something the others didn’t. Something more valuable.”

Something they could take from Vota.

A bigger rupture. Something to sink the Divinity even faster.

Fantastic. A corner of her mouth curled even as her skin tingled all over.

In four months, they’d intercepted six ships heavily laden with sen’a. Sen’a belonging to the Divinity of Magic. What could be more valuable than that? A larger shipment? Something more to sweeten the deal Vota had made with the sen’a barons?

“Or both,” Sterling’s monotonous voice remarked from behind them. His hands clasped behind his back, Liam’s best friend and quartermaster stood stiffly, tall and lean, his black coat flapping in the wind, his sharp brown eyes shifting from her to Liam.

Even if it were both—the Divinity ships prepared for their attack and shipping something more valuable—between her, Liam, Sterling, Marfa, Luca, and the rest of the crew, they could handle the Divinity ships. It was worth the effort to kick Vota in the teeth.

“Attacking them would delay us. You don’t want to miss Sincuore’s execution in Courdeval, do you?” Liam drawled.

Her fingernails bit into her palms. Chained, starved, and abused, she’d once promised herself that Sincuore would become a red stain. After everything Sincuore had done to her, and to countless others like her—after everything she’d lost in Sonbahar—seeing the life leave his hateful face might unclench the fist in her heart. Maybe at least a little.

And returning to Courdeval—finally having a much-needed conversation with Brennan—well, that would help, too. Even if she wanted it about as much as pulling her own teeth.

Heaving a sigh, she slipped a finger through the Sodalis ring and slid it along its chain.

Yes, Courdeval was complicated. To say the least.

But as much as returning to Courdeval made her hair stand on end, seeing Sincuore brought to justice wasn’t something she could ignore. “We’ll get there in time. I’ll make sure we do.”

Liam narrowed a skeptical light-blue eye at her.

“Come on… I can promise favorable winds.” She nudged him, and he rolled his eyes. “You know we can handle that convoy.” After months of sailing together—intercepting slavers and Divinity ships, defeating pirates and taking their plunder, growing their own flotilla and crew—by now he had to trust her skills. He had to.

He crossed his arms. “There has to be at least one mage aboard, considering the illusion magic.”

She’d dueled Phantom, an infamous illusionist and mage captain of the Crag Company, and had defeated her. If this mage was an illusionist, then she could probably handle him.

A capable illusionist had a bag of tricks well suited to infiltration, escape, and deception. Being on a ship negated the first two, and as for the third—deception would only delay the inevitable destruction of elemental magic. And she wasn’t even the only elementalist aboard—Liam was a pyromancer.

“You watch my back, and I’ll watch yours?” With a faint smile, she stared at him until at last he whooshed out a breath.

He handed Sterling the spyglass and patted him on the back. “We’re going after them.” He looked over his shoulder at her. “Give us those favorable winds, but mind my ship’s masts, little bee.”

“Aye aye.” She saluted, earning a crooked grin from Liam before he headed up to the helm with Sterling, who shot her a conspiratorial grin. Well, a slight curve of his mouth, at best, but that was a Sterling Harwood grin. She winked back at him. Between the two of them, they could pull Liam out of any rut.

Leaning against the railing, she jittered her boot against the deck. If they could take down this convoy, it would be one more puncture in the Divinity of Magic’s hull.

The Divinity ships were nothing more than specks on the horizon—specks she could prime for boarding without the crew having to break a sweat.

But as for the convoy’s extra security… It had been over four months since the Magister Trials, four long months since her last duel against another mage. Since… Since everything. The Divinity hadn’t seen fit to send mages along on the previous ships, but now was different. And she hadn’t dueled in too long.

But magic was her life. She’d still been practicing. That would be enough—hopefully.

The sting of arcanir abated as she removed Jon’s Sodalis ring from its chain around her neck, and placed it on her thumb. In the long months since the Magister Trials, it had given her the silence she’d needed from the blood bond with Brennan. Olivia had written that the preserved blood had worked to keep his Wolf controlled.

That measure had given her space to gather her thoughts, to reflect, to become herself again.

And no doubt he’d needed this space, too, enough to devote to his… to his new family.

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, she rubbed the ring on her thumb, its arcanir face out of contact with her skin. It was time to work.

Liam gave her a nod from the wheel while signal flags with orders were hoisted for the Peerless, the Daniela, the Criselda, the Fiore, and the others sailing with them.

“Loose all sails!” he bellowed to the crew, receiving a ripple of ayes.

She undulated her fingers, gradually pulling a gale from the south, slowly filling the sails until the Liberté took as much wind as she could bear. When her eyes met Liam’s, he nodded gravely. It was time. The Divinity convoy had to be subdued before the flotilla sailed within firing range.

Two black-haired heads emerged from the hatchway—Luca and Marfa, and with a hungry smile, Marfa approached the railing, her thick mane of black hair flapping in the wind.

“We hunt the mad Coven?” Marfa crooned, her deepest-brown eyes fixed on the wakes in the distance as she Changed her fingers to claws. Marfa’s gauntness had abated over the past few months, but her features were still sharp, sleek, with slender limbs and high cheekbones that could cut diamonds.

“We hunt,” Rielle agreed.

Although she’d been zealous—perhaps even a bit overzealous—when it came to the Divinity, no one matched her zeal like Marfa. But considering the torture Marfa had survived at the hands of Magehold’s sadists, that zeal was well placed.

Maintaining the gale with one hand, Rielle turned back to the horizon, where beyond the wakes nothing appeared but the never-ending turquoise of the Shining Sea and the cerulean of the sky. That would soon change.

Inside, she reached for the shimmering blue thread of her anima, life in its purest, rawest form.

She raised her other hand, and out on the sea ahead, the waters agitated to a rough chop, unsettled, as she churned the waves, building them and building them. Feeding the spell more and more anima, she pulled a wave high, unnaturally high, rising like an iridescent cliffside—

A cliffside that slammed against the convoy.

The force broke over invisible shapes that became massive galleons, sturdy brigantines, and small sloops.

Raging waters crashed over the revealed ships, tipping some and capsizing others. Sails tore off into the sea. Masts bent and broke under the force, and sailors were ripped away into the merciless waves.

If the ships were visible, then the Divinity mage who had cast the illusion spell had to have broken his focus. Good.

As the Liberté and its flotilla moved in, she dispelled the aeromancy while some of the Divinity ships righted themselves. A change of the Liberté’s signal flags to the flotilla, and grapnels hooked into the remaining Divinity ships. The flotilla’s crew waited near the railing while chaos reigned amid the cacophony of shouts and cries.

After her hydromancy, they had a short window of opportunity before the Divinity ships’ crewmen could properly muster a response.

The enemy’s weather decks were empty, drenched in seawater. The Criselda’s crew already boarded a carrack, charging down its companionway, while the Peerless closed in on one of the three-masted galleons.

Rocking on her eager toes, she waited at the railing. They had the advantage, but if the Divinity mage—or mages—regained their composure too soon, this entire maneuver could go sideways.

Liam shouted orders as the crew heaved the grapnels, with a few climbing the ratlines high enough to meet the four-masted galleon’s forecastle and aftcastle.

As the gap between the ships closed, Marfa got a running start and was the first to leap over. She made for the hatchway while others laid boards, jumped, and swung from the Liberté.

Checking for Thorn clipped to her side, Rielle darted across a board with the crew onto the four-masted galleon’s weather deck. Yells and the clash of blades already came from below.

The deck burst before her.

Planks and splinters exploded into the air, throwing her back against someone. Hands secured her shoulders, righted her. Liam’s.

Taking up a dueling stance next to her, he snapped his fingers, spelling flame in his palm.

She was about to do the same when he gave a subtle shake of his head.

“Sword,” he hissed.

Now? Really?

She groaned but drew Thorn.

Liam had been teaching her swordsmanship for months. It was time to put those lessons to use yet again.

Cautiously, they approached the section of missing deck as Liam unleashed a torrent of fire, surging at the lower deck.

Behind a blurry repulsion shield, two men in master-mage coats stood.

One conjured a fiery blade. Which meant the other was the enforcer.

She spelled a cutting wind at them, but they scattered as it sundered the deck planks behind them.

Cannon fire blasted into wood somewhere; one of the Divinity ships had to be mustering a defense. Liam had work to do.

Casting a fire shield at her left arm, she leaped to the lower deck, Thorn raised. With a slash of its arcanir blade, the repulsion shield dispelled.

“I got this!” she shouted at Liam, and the torrent of fire faded with his footsteps.

Battle raged behind her, the Liberté engaged with the galleon’s crew, while she advanced on the mage pair.

The conjurer swung his fiery blade at her wildly, and each time she met it with Thorn, his magic dissipated.

Objects flew at her from around the ship, forcing her back as she raised her fire shield against them. The enforcer threw a knife her way.

She parried it with Thorn. The knife—it dissipated.

It wasn’t a real knife.

The enforcer wasn’t an enforcer. He wasn’t a real person.

Deception. Delaying the inevitable.

She ducked a slash from the conjurer. No—the illusionist. He hadn’t used an illusion magic incantation to cloak the convoy; he was an illusionist himself, using innate magic.

Ignoring the enforcer apparition, she blocked the illusionist’s fiery blade, dispelling it yet again. With a gesture of cold, she dropped her fire shield as she grabbed his neck.

Frost radiated from her fingers in ripples of fog while she held Thorn’s pointed tip to his chest, pressing it hard enough through his clothes to prick his skin.

His hands shot up at his sides in surrender.

“No more tricks,” she snarled at him, and the whites of his eyes grew as he nodded gravely. “What are you hiding? Why was the convoy cloaked?”

He trembled in her grasp, his breath quick.

A man flew past them, cracking against a drenched twelve-pounder. He fell to the floor and didn’t move, hemorrhaging from his neck.

In her periphery, Marfa took a few steps forward, dragging a sleeve across her bloodied mouth. She grinned with red-stained, sharp Changed teeth. “Need help?”

Oh, Marfa’s brand of help would speed this up considerably.

Rielle angled the illusionist’s wide-eyed, blue-tinged face to Marfa’s direction. “He won’t talk about why the ships were hidden.”

Marfa flexed her gore-strewn claws. “I make talk.”

Those wide eyes only widened further. “I-I-I d-don’t r-really know who sh-she is, just that we’re t-taking her to the V-vault. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

Wise choice.

“What’s the Vault?” She’d never heard of such a place. And who was this she he referred to?

The illusionist drew his eyebrows together, looking from her to Marfa and back again. “It’s the Divinity’s most secure p-prison.”

Prison? The Divinity had long “disappeared” those it had deemed irredeemable. For the “protection of the public,” of course.

Those prisoners had to include people who’d taken a stand against the Divinity. Like her. Like Leigh. Prisoners who might join her and Liam’s crusade against the Divinity.

“Who is this prisoner?” she bit out to the illusionist.

“I don’t know her n-name. Sh-she’s in the h-hold on the Nina, one of the other galleons.” He pointed to the companionway back up to the weather deck.

As Marfa grabbed him, one clawed hand to his neck, he cried out. She shoved him ahead of them both.

The charts mapping the route to this Vault would be in the captain’s cabin. They had to be. They’d go there first, then board the Nina.

If they could find a way into the Vault, it would mean allies. Maybe powerful allies.

The illusionist trembled as Marfa pushed him along, claws still to his neck. This entire convoy had been on their way to the Vault.

She grinned. There was no reason why these ships shouldn’t make it there. And as long as she used her aeromancy, they’d still be in Courdeval in time for Sincuore’s execution. Something she didn’t want to miss. Something she wouldn’t miss. After everything that had happened in Sonbahar, the red stain of fate would darken as promised.

Distant cheers rose up, rippling closer. They’d crippled the Divinity a bit more, and someday, it would be withered enough for defeat.

Liam bolted down the ladder, his gaze wild until it landed on her. “What are you doing?”

Could she sell this plan to him? He’d known what it had meant to be locked up, held against his will. And the Divinity was doing the same to objectors, perhaps innocent of everything but mere disagreement with the Divinity’s perspective.

A flash of white brightened the deck though the portholes. Then a great rumble rolled through the galleon.

Of course. A storm. Now, of all times.

She took a deep breath. “How do you feel about a prison break?”

COLLAPSE

Comments

  1. Raffaella silipo says:

    Please bring rielle and jon together again !

    1. Miranda Honfleur says:

      My lips are sealed, Raffaella! 😉 I’ll have a sneak peek of QotSS coming within a month or so to my mailing list subscribers, so stayed tuned! <3

      1. Crystal L DeFrate says:

        It’s almost been a month. :)) Just finished reading Winter Wren. Is there an estimated timeline on the remaining books in the main series arc?

        1. Miranda Honfleur says:

          Hi, Crystal! I’m planning on releasing Queen of the Shining Sea in August 2018, with The Dragon King (#5) and Immortelle (#6) in 2019. And the sneak peek is coming this month! 🙂

    2. Eli says:

      What no! Rielle belongs with Brennan!

  2. Cathy says:

    Love the scenes with Jon and reille. Hopefully they will have many more love adventures in the near future.

    1. Miranda Honfleur says:

      Aww, thank you, Cathy! I hope you’ll like QotSS–no spoilers from me, though! 😉

  3. Chelsey says:

    Ugh! I hate when I find a good series & all the books aren’t written yet, haha. Love your work – thanks for the amazing story.

    1. Miranda Honfleur says:

      Thank you, Chelsey! 🙂 I’m so glad you’re liking the story. I can’t wait to share book 4 with you!

  4. Brit says:

    Found your books three days ago. Needless to say I’ve gotten nothing done since then. Amazing world building and beautifully built characters! I can’t wait for the rest to come!

    1. Miranda Honfleur says:

      Thank you so much, Brit! I’m hard at work on the next book. 🙂

  5. Kayleigh says:

    I am dying for AUGUST!!! GAH! I ate these books up in no time. Love, love, loved them!

  6. Daniela says:

    Haha why am I the only brennan fan? Still reading though. Great books 🙂

    1. Kayleigh says:

      I am a Jon fan through and through. As much as Brennan tries to “let go” of control for Rielle he can’t. She’s too strong of a woman for him and was changing herself to fit him. She fits Jon. Even if her and Jon don’t end up together I just hope she doesn’t end up with Brennan. As sexy as he is, he’s still a dirt bag.

  7. Barbara Fetty says:

    Great series. Can’t wait for the next three.

    1. Miranda Honfleur says:

      Thank you, Barbara! 🙂

  8. irene wheele says:

    Hi Miranda
    I’m a Jon fan as well – is August the earliest release date for book 4 – it’s sooooo far away

    1. Miranda Honfleur says:

      It’s going to be a long book (as you know, haha). 😉 But I was glad to move it *up* to August!

  9. Anonymous :) says:

    Thank you sooo much for writing this book series. I have read all three books in 2 days and am hooked. I totally ship Jon and Rielle. PLEASE bring them back together. Personally, I think that whoever she ends up with should be supportive and will face the danger with her. I can’t wait for book 4! 🙂

    1. Miranda Honfleur says:

      Thank you! Wow, in 2 days?! That’s amazing! I’m honored. 🙂

  10. T says:

    Wasn’t there supposed to be a sneak peak this month? Where do I find it?

    1. Miranda Honfleur says:

      Coming up in tomorrow’s newsletter, T! I’m so excited to share!!!

  11. A says:

    Love this series…I’m another Brennan fan! Please let them be together….

    1. Miranda Honfleur says:

      Thank you so much, A! 🙂

  12. Vanessa says:

    I LLOOOVE JON SO MUCH holy moly I can’t handle another book without them together haha. He’s the original (and hopefully only) true love right rIGHT????

    1. Miranda Honfleur says:

      My lips are sealed! XD Some answers in Queen of the Shining Sea this August…

  13. Chao Mwachofi says:

    I’m literally obsessed and feel like this series needs to be the next Game of Thrones because I feel like it’d be so adaptable!!

    1. Miranda Honfleur says:

      Aww, thank you so much, Chao! With any luck, the TV gods are listening, haha. 🙂

  14. Barbara Rose says:

    Hi I love this series! But the pre-order from Amazon for the 4th book is wrong. It came up with the cover of Queen of the Shining Seas but the inside is book 3. I’m frustrated . I sent a msg to amazon but haven’t heard anything back. More importantly I really want to know if rielle and Jon get back together! Can you help please.

    1. Miranda Honfleur says:

      Hi, Barbara! Thank you so much for your comment – and I just sent you an email, so be sure to check your inbox!

      But to anyone who received the wrong file for book 4, I am so, so sorry. Amazon sent the wrong one to everybody instead of Queen of the Shining Sea, even though I confirmed with them before release that they’d be sending the correct file.
      Email from KDP confirming they'd send the right file... and they still didn't!

      I’ve finally heard from Amazon that they’ve sent the right book to everyone who preordered Queen of the Shining Sea:
      Amazon saying they fixed the problem...

      But for anyone who still doesn’t have the correct file (Ch. 1 should begin with “A convoy”), you can contact Amazon to get them to send you the updated file or you can email me at miri@mirandahonfleur.com with your proof of purchase, and I’ll send you a copy right away via BookFunnel.

      To have Amazon send you the updated file directly to your ereader, please contact Kindle Customer service to request they send the correct file to you. Catharine Glen on my Facebook page had some helpful advice in the comments as well: “Make sure you’re under the Kindle section / content errors. Then I just gave them my order number, book title, author and the fact that it was a pre-order. I said I received the book today and it was a draft version and not the final version. I also stated that the author was aware of the issue and had recommended that we contact Amazon. He found it right away and asked which device to send it to. Verified it and that was it.” contact Kindle Customer service to request they send the correct file to you and everybody who preordered. The Kindle team will be able to send it directly to your ereader.

      You can reach Kindle Customer Support via phone or chat by clicking one of the links below:

      To contact via phone:
      amazon.com/clicktocall

      To contact via chat:
      amazon.com/clicktochat

      Customers can also contact Kindle Customer service through the phone number listed below:

      U.S. and Canada: 1-866-216-1072

      International: 1-206-266-2992

      They are available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

      Thank you so much, guys, and I’m so sorry this is happening. NOT how I wanted the book 4 release to go…..

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