Nandana's Mark by Heidi Garrett
Book 1 in the Queen of the Realm of Faerie series.
About NANDANA’S MARK by Heidi Garrett...
Melia has always wanted to fly. Away.
From her two sisters, who have found their place in the Enchanted World, despite being half-faeries with no wings.
From her mother, the full blooded faerie who practices black magic, and weeps every night when she doesn’t think her daughters are listening.
But mostly from her father, the mortal druid who broke his faerie troth, and lives to reunite with Melia’s mother. He believes he can change the immutable laws governing marriage between mortals and faerie by incarnating Umbra—the incorporeal dark master gathering strength in the Void.
Melia shares a psychic connection with her father. Through that link she comprehends the horror of Umbra far better than he ever will. Blinded by his obsession, her father cannot see that Umbra seduces.
And Umbra destroys.
When Melia's older sister accuses her of conspiring with their father to bring war to Illialei, the heart of the Enchanted World, Melia's best friend urges her to turn to the mysterious Illustrator for help.
“Your path will be difficult.” She kept a firm grip on Melia’s hand. It took everything in her not to pull away. “If you embrace it, you will not walk alone.” Before Melia could stop her, Nandana pressed her thumb into a saucer of ink, uttered something unintelligible, then pushed her thumb pad against Melia’s forehead.
“No." Nandana paused. "A lone seeker walks the veil between the worlds. Like you, he comprehends the horror that threatens.” She held her palm flat against Melia’s forehead. “The one I speak of will enter your life before this mark fades. If you let him, he will stand by you every step of the way."
Quirky and whimsical, innocent and dark, NANDANA’S MARK is the first novel in The Queen of the Realm of Faerie Series…a Young Adult romantic saga of fantastical proportion.
A mist rose from the water's placid surface. It smelled of wood and rosemary. "Would you look at that?"
The eagle pulled back. The bowl had shown the bird's reflection as a young faerie with pale skin, deep blue eyes, dark brown hair, and a strange mark on her forehead. The bird eyed Flora questioningly.
"It shows us things, not always what we expect." Flora returned her attention to the vapors rising from the bowl. It was as if the water boiled, but the water's surface remained still.