Reclaiming Ter Chadain
Protector of Ter Chadain Series #1
By- C.S. Yelle
Genre- YA Fantasy
"If the true bloodline does not rule Ter Chadain, the Protector shall appear and reclaim the throne for the rightful Queen."
King Englewood reads the prophecy every day since he murdered the royal family, all of them. Or so he thought. The three year old twins escaped that night thirteen years ago, but his men are closing in to finish the job before they can turn sixteen and activate the magic spell making his worst fears a reality. A Protector in Ter Chadain and a royal heir with claims to the throne he now held.
Logan and Teah Lassain witness the violent murder of their family and narrowly escape. They now find themselves not only thrust into the revolution, but the keys to the reunification of Ter Chadain.
Bestowed with the powers and spirits of past Protectors, Logan must learn to control both before their memories destroy him. Wrenched with anger and the desire for revenge on the man responsible for decimating his life, King Englewood, Logan must keep to the path of greater good and gather support for the revolution from the dukes and duchesses of Ter Chadain.
Teah is trained by the Zele Magus, an order of sorceresses, to control and accept her newly discovered magical powers enabling her to take the throne. Struggling, she must also ask the question...what happens when there are two Protectors of Ter Chadain? Two Protectors are not foretold in the prophecies....
I am not reviewing at this point but I am reading to review and am nearing the end of the first book. PEOPLE...get this book without a doubt one of the best YA fantasy books I have read in a while. I am so excited to say it makes me happy and a book that makes you happy is worth anything and everything! Do yourself a favor and at least look it up, Craig Yelle has completely outdone himself, *bows to the master.*
Black Stones of Ter Chadain
Protector of Ter Chadain Series #2
By- C.S Yelle
Genre- YA Fantasy
King Englewood is dead. Logan Lassain, the Protector of Ter Chadain, has cleared the way for his sister, Teah, to claim the throne as the rightful Queen of Ter Chadain and cast out the invading Caltorian forces. But Teah cannot claim that throne. She is captive on a slave ship sailing to Caltoria with other magical slaves to have their fates decided by the evil Empress of Caltoria. With Logan in pursuit to free her, Teah must keep her identity as rightful Queen of Ter Chadain hidden until she can escape. As a slave, Teah’s magical powers are withheld from her by an ancient gemstone placed on her forehead called a “soul stone”. The clear gem darkens in color once placed upon a magical’s forehead indicating the strength of their magic. Teah’s stone darkens to a deep black marking her as the strongest magical in Caltoria since her ancestor, the first Queen of Ter Chadain. This draws unwanted attention and puts her future in great peril. Logan and his small band of rescuers must hurry. Their quest is difficult. The cost is high. New allies are found. Old friends are lost…forever. Risking death at every turn, they rush to rescue Teah. But the only way Logan can save Teah and keep Ter Chadain from falling under Caltorian rule is by not only risking death, but risking something more precious…his freedom.
“I’m sorry,” the woman said and reached up quickly, placing the stone against Teah’s forehead. Any thoughts Teah held exploded in a display of light and pain in her mind. Teah cried out, her body going rigid as every muscle in her body convulsed at once. Teah…no! Logan cried out in her thoughts and then his words burst into shards of glass as they cut into her brain. Teah’s vision blurred as something thick and warm ran down her face, filling her eyes and causing them to sting. The men let her drop to the deck and she fell to her side writhing in pain as the stone burned deeper and deeper into her head. But it wasn’t her flesh it wanted, it sought. It pushed deeper and deeper, reaching far inside Teah’s mind until it found what it needed, what it desired. It stretched around the prize, encircling it and claiming it, taking it and making it its own. Teah lay panting on the hard wood decking; the pain that assaulted her disappeared in an instant. She moved her arm tenta-tively and discovered her bonds were gone. She sat up wiping the blood mixed with tears from her eyes and then stared down at her bloody hands. She ran her hand across her forehead feeling the protruding stone under the congealing blood. It extended only slightly further than her own flesh, but she couldn’t mistake its presence. She reached for her magic, but touched the hard cover the stone placed around it. Teah looked at the woman who stared without emotion back at her. The woman stepped away with a nod to the man still standing at the top of the stairs so Teah and the man made eye contact The man raised his hand, holding an enormous ring between his thumb and first finger, showing it to Teah. The gold ring held a large clear stone in it…the same as the stone the woman placed on her head. With a smile the man looked from Teah’s forehead to the stone in the ring. Teah’s eyes locked on the stone in the ring, somehow knowing the importance of this moment. The stone began to cloud over and a light pink color slowly eased into existence. The man nodded his approval as the color became darker and darker, from the pink to a light red, then to a darker red. The man’s eyes widened as the color continued to darken to crimson and then a deep red. His mouth opened wide as the color became black, a black darker than the darkest night. The men on deck gasped, understanding the significance of this where Teah could not. Teah looked to the woman who stared back in horror, terror distorting her features, a dark red gem nestled in her forehead. The woman ran up the stairs to the man, ripped the ring from his fingers as they held it before his paralyzed eyes. She roughly took his hand and shoved the ring onto his only vacant digit. Fear gripped Teah as she felt a piece of herself tear from her being. She looked with horror to the man staring down at her, his smile so vile, so evil, it made Teah shudder. “The empress will reward me well for giving her the strongest magical slave as a gift…but for now…you are mine.” The man began to laugh as the crew cheered.
About the Author-
C.S. Yelle was born and raised in Grand Rapids, MN, the "almost" middle child of six. He attended Grand Rapids Senior High School where he enjoyed music and sports. He received his BS in Chemistry from Mayville State University, Mayville, ND in 1987. He taught 7-12 Science and coached for six years in several North Dakota schools and currently works as an Executive Account Manager in the Water Treatment Industry where he has been for nearly seventeen years. He is the father of four and grandfather of one. He writes novels, screenplays, and an occasional short story. He has been writing seriously for over ten years and plans to continue until his fingers are unable, maybe longer. He currently resides in a Minneapolis, MN suburb with his wife Jennifer.
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