As the first drops began to fall, Kaelin closed her eyes, feeling the cool kiss of the rain on her skin. It was a sensation she'd grown accustomed to over the years, a reminder of the power that lay within her. Her people believed that on stormy nights like this, she could communicate with the elemental forces that shaped their world.
Some said Eryndor was a storm caller, a man with the ability to tame the tempests. Kaelin wasn't so sure. There was something about him that drew her in, a sense of shared destiny that she couldn't ignore. Storm’s Bride by Terri Cannon
The winds howled louder, threatening to sweep her off the cliff. Kaelin opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto the figure standing at the edge of the forest. Eryndor. He was watching her, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her skin prickle. As the first drops began to fall, Kaelin
She was the storm's bride, a title bestowed upon her by the ancient magic that coursed through these rugged lands. Legend had it that the storm's bride would be chosen by the tempests themselves, a woman with a heart as wild and unpredictable as the weather. Some said Eryndor was a storm caller, a
As the storm intensified, Kaelin's thoughts turned to the stranger who had arrived in town a fortnight ago. His name was Eryndor Thorne, a brooding figure with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. She'd felt an inexplicable jolt when their gazes met, as if the very fabric of reality had shifted.
