How come the Goddess didn't touch me, Alyn？" Princess Melody demanded, scowling as fiercely as a six-year-old could.
Her brother gazed back at her with that unsettling hint of knowledge, but what he said was, "I don't know."
Prince Wolfram rolled his eyes at both of them. He saw them maybe a couple of times a year, and they were always having the same argument. "Let's play a game" Wolfram suggested, bouncing up from his bench.
...
The courage of Kattanan duRhys saved a kingdom and created a legend perhaps impossible to equal. Now his son. Wolfram duRhys, wild prince of the realm, spends his days wenching, carousing, and shunning the legacy of his revered father. But Wolfram's revelries end when his carefree existence is shattered by an assassination attempt--and he discovers the lie he's been living.., and the dark destiny that awaits.
Now the wayward son must flee to a distant land of magic and mystery--to enflame the love of a cloistered virgin,and the ire of a priestess who plans a bloody revenge.And suddenly the fate of an imperiled land rests with a reluctant prince who once lived fi)r pleasure alone... and whose actions will either save his worht or leave it smoldering in ruins.
