In that moment, Kaelin knew she was doomed to follow the storm, to ride its fury and unleash its power. And Eryndor Thorne, the mysterious stranger, would be by her side.
The villagers had always whispered about her in hushed tones, some with reverence, others with fear. They said she could summon the winds and still the tempests with a mere thought. Kaelin had never confirmed nor denied such rumors, but she knew the truth: she was a conduit for the raw energy of the earth. Storm’s Bride by Terri Cannon
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. In that moment, Kaelin knew she was doomed