Guardian of the Vision

Merlin’s Descendants, Book Three. Religious wars mar the glory of the early years of Queen Elizabeth I reign.  A descendant of Merlin and King Arthur must step forward and show the world that you can put faith before politics.

Guardian of the Vision

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Release Date : May 2, 2012

ISBN Number : 978-1-61138-162-7

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Merlin’s Descendants, Book Three

Religious wars mar the glory of the early years of Queen Elizabeth I reign.  A descendant of Merlin and King Arthur must step forward and show the world that you can put faith before politics.

The glory of the Elizabethan Age is tarnished by the continuing religious conflict begun by Henry VIII.

Griffin Kirkwood renounces his title, his lands, his love for the mysterious demon-ridden Roanna, and his magical heritage as a descendant of both King Arthur and the Merlin to become a Catholic priest in France.  His twin, Donovan (his mirror image in face and form and rarely more than a thought away) shoulders the responsibilities willingly. He agrees to two arranged-marriages, one after the other, and takes on the outward appearance of whichever religion is dominant to protect all that he loves, but without magic, or the love of his life. Together and separately the twins must fight to guide Queen Elizabeth through the intricate maze of politics and religion.  Their spiritual and magical journeys cross each other, oppose, and re-align as they battle internal demons and external threats.

THE SERIES:

  1. Guardian of the Balance
  2. Guardian of the Trust
  3. Guardian of the Vision
  4. Guardian of the Promise
  5. Guardian of the Freedom

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Prologue

23 April, 1553, St. George’s Day, sixth year of the reign of our most sovereign King Edward VI, of England, Ireland, Wales, and France. The border hills beyond Carlisle.

I turned my face into the rising wind. My hair whipped away from my eyes. The bite of salt stung my cheeks and chin. My horse shied and tried to turn east, away from the approaching storm. I mastered his headstrong grasp of the bit and surged forward, north and west into the storm and toward our target.

I reveled in the savage lash of my primal element. It matched my anger in ferocity. The rain would come soon, covering the tracks of the two dozen mounted men who rode with me. We would be across the crumbling remnants of Hadrian’s Wall when the storm crashed around us. Our quarry retreated just beyond the border of Scotland, close enough to menace our home, far enough to be beyond our king’s laws and justice.

Justice. The thought hammered at the minds of my men.

The outlaws would lose their refuge tonight, and Meg would be avenged.

Our sister could regain her wits without fear.

To my right, Donovan, my twin, raised his hands to the storm, seeking to draw its power into himself. He could not, of course. I had inherited the magical talent from our grandmother that skipped my father and my twin.

With the wonders of magic comes responsibility,Grandmother Raven’s voice pounded inside my head.

I ignored her. This was man’s business. Meg must be avenged.

Peace is man’s business. There is always an alternative to war.

“Shut up, Raven!” I spoke into the wind, letting my element carry my opinion home.

You know I am right. You question everything I say, challenge the traditions I pound into your thick skull, Griffin Kirkwood. Now you must question yourself.

“Not in this, Raven. Not in this. We must avenge Meg. She cannot heal unless we bring her attackers to justice.”

I heard her mental snort of disgust. An inkling of doubt crept into my mind.

Helwriaeth, my wolfhound, mighty warrior that she was, let loose with the triumphant battle cry that I kept trapped within my throat. Seven more wolfhounds took up the trumpeting challenge. The sound rolled around the hills and vales as thunder.

“Quiet the dogs, Griffin,” Da snarled at me. “Those black raiders outnumber us and are well armed. We need surprise this night.”

I could surprise our enemies more effectively than Da and other mundanes who needed the silence and darkness of the night. But Grandmother Raven had warned us not to use magic to defeat our enemies.

Was a spell for invisibility black magic?

War is black magic,Raven’s voice reminded me like a sharp caw released with the thunder.

They started it! I replied instinctively.

Silence.

Raven’s silence was always the worst reprimand she could give me.

I should be the one to break the mindless quest for vengeful violence. I knew it without Raven’s biting words in my head. I would be the Pendragon when she died. ’Twas my responsibility.

I needed to halt our forward plunge and think about this.

Donovan showed me the layout of the enemy village through our unique mind-to-mind communication. I instantly knew their vulnerabilities as well as their strengths.

“I know how to plan a raid,” he said with his voice. He grinned at me again. “I tumbled one of the maids yesterday while I scouted the terrain.”

“There.” Da pulled his horse to a halt atop a low ridge. He pointed to the broken silhouette of a destroyed castle on the next higher ridge. Only bats and ghosts threatened us from the ancient stronghold. But below it, nestled into the sheltered vale between us and the abandoned fortress, lay a cluster of thatched cottages. Two or three lights winked at us from behind closed shutters.

“The girl lives in the end cottage. Says she has a sister who’s just as accommodating.” Donovan grinned again. An image of hair the color of faded red autumn leaves and soft gray eyes came and went so fast I nearly lost the picture of her. She’d been eager for Donovan’s attentions and not a virgin.

Our sister Meg had not been willing and had prized her virginity.

“Remember, Donovan, what they did to your sister. To us! ” Da hissed at us both. He had four other daughters, by his three wives, But Meg was special. Meg was…

Not Meg anymore. The Scots must pay for what they did to her.

“All the more reason to plant our bastards in the bellies of their daughters.” Donovan kneed his horse forward, level with Da. “An eye for an eye!” But his mental images were heated by lust rather than anger. Did the girl manipulate his emotions from a distance, or was she truly the answer to his randy prayers?

“These raiders are so vile, their own lord begged us to clean out this viper’s nest. Paid us, too.” Da’s eyes gleamed in the dim light from our shielded lanterns. He was spoiling for a fight. Any fight. The Scots and Meg were merely an excuse.

Donovan looked at Da strangely at that statement. His clear and logical thinking tried to question something about Lord Douglas. Something…

Da raised his hand and signaled me forward. I, with my preternatural sight, led our little troop down the hillside. Helwriaeth came behind me, sniffing the true path for the rest of the pack. Youngster though she was, she kept the dogs quiet. War dogs one and all; they knew their business sometimes better than we.

By the time the ground leveled out beneath us, I had guessed why Lord Douglas wanted us to raid his own village. He wanted to steal something valuable from them, using the raid as cover, to blame us for his perfidy. He would trap and slaughter us at the same time, silencing our witness. I raised one hand to stop the others. We needed to go back, before Lord Douglas trapped us. I thought I knew a better way.

In the back of my head, I felt Raven smile. There is always a better way.

Lightning flashed and thunder rolled at that moment, unleashing the full fury of the storm upon our heads. In the flare of blue-white light, with my senses extended, I saw a score of mounted men waiting atop the next hill. Not our men.

Da pressed forward, too eager for the fray to exercise caution.

“Da, wait!” I called to him quietly, using magic as well as good sense to persuade him.

He ignored me. I raised my hand again, wanting a spell to hold him in place, not knowing how to do that.

The storm raged. More lightning and thunder ripped the skies apart. Energy crackled from the sky to my upthrust hand.

It grabbed hold of me. My mind fled. Power shot through me. Fire shot from my hand to thatch.

The largest cottage in the village burst into flames with a mighty explosion. Blinded, I rocked back in my saddle.

Power drained from me along with strength and will.

The leader of the border raiders resided in the now blazing cottage. ’Twas he who had led the men who stole and murdered within the boundaries of Kirkenwood. ’Twas he who raped Meg in the hut where she had gone as midwife. He had murdered the new mother and her babe. ’Twas he who would be the first to die this night.

By my hand.

Smoke blinded me. The smell of burning hair and flesh gagged in my throat. I doubled over in pain at the passing of a life.

 

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Merlin’s Descendants, Book One. Merlin’s daughter must help her father and King Arthur show warring barons and invading Saxons that Honor, Truth and Promises are meant to be kept.
Merlin’s Descendant’s, Book Two. Can a descendant of Merlin and King Arthur bring peace between King John and an aging (and almost respectable) Robin Hood?
Merlin’s Descendants, Book Four. Mary Queen of Scots is dead. The Spanish Armada is gathering. The children from Guardian of the Vision must battle corrupt politicians, the Church, and El Lobison, the master of all werewolves, to save England.
Merlin’s Descendants, Book Five. 1763: all of Europe is at war and the Turks are storming toward Vienna. The magical protection of Britain requires that Georgina Kirkwood leave the secret Pendragon Society and disguise herself as a man to fight for England.