A Hare in the Wilderness - Sharon Turner

In a world where women are submissive and blood feuds abound, a child is born into the Royal House of Gnaeus. Though when a mysterious mark appears on her face, the child is banished to the wilderness-forever.

Ajeya should have been born into a life of ease. But fate is fickle. Her father's decision leaves her future uncertain and stained by the prophecy that she will avenge those who plotted against her.

'You will feel my vengeance, father.'

Escaping to one of the last strongholds of the ancient clans, Ajeya becomes an adept in arcane abilities-the clans spent years grooming her to become the woman she needed to be ... far more than any court of nobles could.

'I wear the scar of a warrior on my face and the mark of a hare on my arm. I am a survivor.'

Though now the clans and courts are at war, she will have her revenge ... and yet, there is something even more important she must do...


GO FORTH AND SEEK THE TRUTH!


Pivotal
A Hare in the Wilderness throws open the doors to the mighty Kingdom of Durundal - an epic eleven-book-series where each new part is interlinked with its own related story. Perfect for fans of Robin Hobb and George R.R. Martin this promises to be an immersive experience.

Excerpt
The horizon was grey on this morning, and overhead an obscured sun peeked out timidly through low scuttling clouds and tried desperately to brighten an otherwise forlorn day. The wind blew cold and Ajeya could hear the gushing rush of water and the creak of the mill's great wooden waterwheel. There was a smell of rain in the dawn air, but no drops were falling yet. Smoke was rising from the chimneys, indicating another chilly November. Children's shrill voices could be heard coming from the homes, and as a wagon disappeared out of view, there came the roar of horses hooves followed by a loud thud. An army of soldiers had thundered into the village, overturned the wagon and set fire to it. There were cries and jeers as they upturned more. Then came further devastation as flaming arrows shivered through the morning mists, trailing pale ribbons of fire, and splintered into the wooden huts. A few smashed through shuttered windows, followed by thin tendrils of smoke rising between the broken shutters. Ajeya ran forward, and without a second thought, shouldered her bow and snatched her quiver of arrows leaning against the door. Suddenly a clap of thunder tore across the sky with such a force the vibration splintered the earth; the clouds opened and a wall of rain swept in battering down the last few remaining flames. Lightning struck in such ferocity that it lit up the true horror, and through the mists of rampage and the stench of fear, a tall, stately man appeared on a charger, and brought hell with him.