The Dark Trinity Chronicles: The Rise Of The Blood Moon Act II

ACT II: THE PRICE OF POWER The king has ridden west — to claim a blade older than the kingdom, in mountains older than the songs. But while Arthur faces trials that strip a man down to what he is actually made of, the kingdom he left behind begins to come apart from the inside. In Camelot, Queen Guinevere is besieged by a presence that no longer asks. It offers — specifically, terribly — power to hold the walls and a child she once stopped praying for. She fights. She loses ground every night she sleeps. At the council table, the king‘s cousin holds the regency with quiet competence — and the dark blade he has carried since autumn has begun, in his own thinking, to approve of him. In the Wildlands, a wolf-king makes a bargain with the thing that killed his mother, knowing it for a trap, walking in anyway. Beneath the city, a watcher with a face the eye slides off has begun to see something larger than her assignment — and the rule trained into her bones is beginning to feel like a leash. These are not separate stories. They are the same machine, turning toward the same hour. When the blood moon rises over the eastern range, three bloodlines bend toward a single — and none of them yet understand what they have agreed to. The Dark Trinity Chronicles continues. An Arthurian dark fantasy of vampires, shapechangers, and the oldest war of all.