The Morning Star (The Katerina Trilogy, Book 3)
Robin Bridges
Language: English
Pages: 149
ISBN: B00NIBUDWI
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Lush and opulent, romantic and sinister, The Morning Star, Vol. III in the Katerina Trilogy, reimagines the lives of Russia's aristocracy in a fabulously intoxicating and page-turning fantasy.
St. Petersburg, Russia, 1890
Katerina Alexandrovna, Duchess of Oldenburg, wants to be known as a doctor, not a necromancer. But Tsar Alexander III forbids women to attend medical school; his interest in Katerina extends only to her ability to raise the dead. Twice now, Katerina has helped him by using her power to thwart the forces of darkness--vampires bent on resurrecting the lich tsar Konstantin Pavlovich so that he can take what he sees as his rightful place on the throne. Katerina thought she had bound Konstantin to the Greylands, the realm of the dead, but he has found a way out. Now he is searching for the Morning Star, a sword that will allow him to command a legion of supernatural warriors.
Katerina must find the sword before Konstantin does--and she must travel to Egypt to do so. Along the way, she puts up with unwanted attention from her former fiancé, the nefarious Prince Danilo, and struggles with her feelings for her true love, George Alexandrovich. But with the looming threat from Konstantin, Katerina's focus remains on the sword. Russia's fate will be determined by whoever wields the Morning Star--and delivers the final blow.
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But I missed Anya all the same. George was waiting for me in the dining car. “We do have time for a short breakfast,” he said as he took a sip of coffee. “The tea is tolerable and the bread is fresh, but we will have better provisions once we reach Paris.” But I couldn’t eat. I was sipping my tea impatiently when the train finally rolled into the station in Riga. George began coughing again and stood up, patting his coat pockets. “I think I’ve misplaced my handkerchief.” “I’ll get it for
consciousness as the train rocked gently. I couldn’t fight the oblivion any longer. When I woke again, the train was pulling into a new station. It was daytime, most likely midmorning by the position of the sun. Danilo put a fur muff over my bound hands and wrapped my coat around my shoulders. With an iron grip, he steered me off the train and toward a waiting carriage. “Do not make a sound. I don’t want to mar that pretty face of yours again.” The girl in the black habit followed us
fingers brushed against my bare skin. As a necromancer, I was the only one who could use the talisman. It allowed me to summon undead beings to my aid. But I was loathe to do so, and I prayed that it would not be necessary. “Why do you even need me?” I asked, thankful when he began to pace the room. It made me nervous when he stood so close to me. Konstantin had once been a sorcerer, and if he was using Danilo’s body, he would have no problem drawing upon all of his powers and using the Morning
think I had the bitter old Egyptian mummy to thank for the Sheult spell. It had protected me many times. “The Egyptians knew about one’s cold light. They called it the ka,” Danilo continued. “Or the body double.” “I thought the ka was the soul they built their pyramids for.” I’d not read much about Egyptology, but I’d overheard a few conversations between tourists and tour guides while we were in the museum in Cairo. “According to the Ani Papyrus, the soul contains several parts, and the cold
suffering through the speeches as well. What if one of you pretends to be ill? Alix, you should probably take Katerina out for some air.” Her faerie eyes twinkled with silver. She suddenly leaned forward with a concerned face and put a hand on my shoulder. “Oh my, you look terrible!” I hated to make a scene, but Xenia knew Alix and I were not enjoying the pheasant. Perhaps we would find better food in the kitchens. Alix was already trying to help me stand up. She was eager to escape the