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.
The storm rolled in like a living entity, its dark tendrils snaking across the horizon. Kaelin Darkhaven stood at the edge of the cliff, her long, raven-black hair whipping about her face like a maddening dance. The wind howled, a mournful cry that echoed the turmoil brewing within her. Storm’s Bride by Terri Cannon
She was the storm's bride, a title bestowed upon her by the ancient magic that coursed through these rugged lands. Legend had it that the storm's bride would be chosen by the tempests themselves, a woman with a heart as wild and unpredictable as the weather. As the storm intensified, Kaelin's thoughts turned to
Some said Eryndor was a storm caller, a man with the ability to tame the tempests. Kaelin wasn't so sure. There was something about him that drew her in, a sense of shared destiny that she couldn't ignore. The storm rolled in like a living entity,
As the first drops began to fall, Kaelin closed her eyes, feeling the cool kiss of the rain on her skin. It was a sensation she'd grown accustomed to over the years, a reminder of the power that lay within her. Her people believed that on stormy nights like this, she could communicate with the elemental forces that shaped their world.