Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Have you ever wondered how an author sees the story and its characters in their mind’s eye? If so, here’s your chance.
Step deeper into the worlds of the Cavalerie Titans and experience the Lords of the Wind in a way that reaches beyond the text.
This special edition combines all the Winds books and opens them to a new kind of escape: an enchanting, visual journey through the realms that brings the author’s vision to life.
Experience the colorful, restless beauty of Notalus’ Autumn, the soft serenity and majestic stillness of Boraleashe’s Winter, and the radiant heat, and passion of Zepharali’s Summer.
With 120+ images woven throughout, designed to give readers the fullest experience of the worlds, along with its unique characters, landscapes, atmosphere, and wonder as seen through the author’s imagination.
Allow me to re-introduce:
Notalus Cavalerie, Lord of the South Winds
The bringer of the Autumn season, overseer of the harvest, and creator of new life.
Boraleashe Cavalerie, Lord of the North Winds
The rigid and powerful Titan whose Winter brings serenity, and stillness, in a world carved in icy elegance.
Zepharali Cavalerie, Lord of the East Winds
The titan of Summer, whose wind blossoms passion, desire, and the awakening of new love.
DISCLAIMER:
This omnibus contains no new written content
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Dustin
A Memory That Came with a Storm
Dustin sat in his oversized recliner in front of his television watching National Geographic while he ate his dinner alone. His lip smacking and finger sucking was loud enough to drown out the depressing silence as he devoured his platter of beef tips, grilled prawns, and stewed vegetables. Vegetables that came from his garden, his fields. The pumpkins were especially flavorful this harvest, and so far, Henry, the king’s house chamberlain, couldn’t thank him enough for how well his soups and stews were turning out lately.
Dustin provided Henry with the best farm-to-table, organic crops he could never get from a supermarket and the handsome vampire always made sure to prepare Dustin a heaping platter each evening for him to take home for dinner.
He set his empty plate and glass in the sink, then stared out of his small kitchen window that overlooked his south fields. He was glad his one-room cabin was on the outskirts of the massive property because he couldn’t hear when the pack would congregate in the community yard and enjoy each other. Some went for a run, some stayed in the courtyard and made a ruckus, while others returned to their cabins to spend the evening alone with their partners. Dustin couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to have someone to come home to after a long day in the fields. He’d tried to convince himself that he preferred the solitude, and his life was far more peaceful without a mate to care for, but deep down in his soul, he knew he was lying.
After fifty years of traveling the country and visiting as many pack lands as he could, Dustin had never scented his true mate. He’d given up searching years ago because apparently it was destined for him to be alone the rest of his days. It was exhausting moving from state to state only to have his hopes diminished with each empty disappointment. He wasn’t a snob either—his mate didn’t have to be fated. Dustin attempted to date several men over his years—betas, an alpha, and even a few humans—but he often encountered complications in the bedroom that left him unsatisfied and mildly ashamed. It would take a considerably strong man to be his mate… or his lover.
The winters were brutal in the White Mountain Forest, and the nights were long and cold in his king-sized bed with only his old kerosene heater and his deceased mother’s handmade quilt to keep him warm. He’d lived over half his life searching for companionship, but he was too old to keep that up. Now, he chose to live out his years in peace within the Volkov stronghold, where he could best use his talents and where they were most appreciated.
Dustin watched the sun set and darkness cover the sky as he thought about what he could do to pass the time this evening. Maybe he could let his wolf out for a run since his animal loved the cool night air ruffling through his fur while he hunted and chased small creatures. Actually, that sounded like an amazing idea.
Dustin kicked off his hiking boots and was unbuttoning his suspenders when the National Geographic documentary he’d been watching on television began to blare a weather warning signal across the bottom for all of western Maine, from Conway to Portland.
“Oh no,” he groaned. “Gods, please don’t let this storm shift in our direction.” Dustin dropped down on the oak coffee table in the center of his small den and stared at the alert scrolling by with both fingers crossed. Which was silly because he knew exactly what the notice was informing him: the huge windstorm that was ravaging the northern states was shifting and aiming in their direction. It wouldn’t be a direct hit, but they would get some of the disastrous outer bands of a storm that was building in devastation every hour.