One step through a rift sends Thea Gilbert from a world without magic into a land of Faerie
where she discovers she is a lost princess. In this hidden land, Thea is expected to stop her
villainous father who sits on her throne from releasing the Goddess of Death.
While darkness spreads across the Kingdoms of Faerie, Thea is trained by the handsome Fae,
Kieran, to master the magic coursing through her veins and prepare for war. As her volatile
powers grow stronger, so do her feelings for Kieran. But love between a princess and soldier is
forbidden, and in the frantic midst of chaos and war, Thea surrenders to a reckless and deadly
decision that could alter everyone’s fate.
Perfect for fans of Sarah J. Maas and Cassandra Clare, WINGS OF FATE is the enchanting first
tale in the magical young adult fantasy series, Kingdoms of Faerie. The series explores a world
of magic, myth, and legend through the lens of a powerful heroine.
Standing drenched in the rain of a foreign country after over twenty hours of travel definitely
made Thea Gilbert’s list of top-ten-worst days. She admitted it probably didn’t rank as high as
her parents’ dying in a car accident or finding out she was adopted, but it definitely outranked
breaking up with her high school sweetheart, Marcus, after his heartfelt proposal. Apparently,
being eighteen and an orphan meant she needed a husband to take care of her. That was one
reason she’d left Colorado and fled to Ireland, despite the guilty voice in her head patronizing
her and slating her decisions.
“Are you here to see the Faeries too?” a little boy asked from beside her, startling Thea
out of her thoughts. He stared at the unextraordinary green hillside with eager eyes.
Sure, Ireland was beautiful, but once she’d seen one rolling green plain, hadn’t she seen
Thea glanced at the boy briefly. He stood with his hands tucked into his red hoodie next
to an elderly woman who wore a matching red raincoat. “Granny says they only come out at
“Don’t bother the poor girl,” his grandmother scolded, tugging the little boy away from
the hill. “Let’s get inside before you catch your death.”
Before Thea could formulate a response they pulled their hoods tight over their heads and
hurried down the path to the village, leaving her alone in the rain. She knew this weather was
normal in these parts, but by the ominous clouds forming over‐ head and the shortage of people
willing to stand outside, she wondered if this would sooner grow from a sprinkle into a storm.
Regardless, she forced her feet toward the Hill of Knockainey, which was the entire
reason she’d chosen Ireland as her destination to begin with. According to her adoption file, this
was where her biological parents had abandoned her, wrapped in a purple silk blanket with no
hint of who they were. She’d let herself sink into an aching numbness since her parents’ deaths,
but it never extinguished the loneliness that constantly plagued her. It resurfaced in the form of a
stomachache, twisting her insides until she felt as if she might puke, but she swallowed back the
bile, inhaling sharply. Just because she was now an orphan didn’t mean she needed to fall apart
at the seams.
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