The Winter Witching

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She shook with the burning rage of the old gods. Brimming with magic the Waldwood sat watching. Waiting. Nature demanded balance and the time would come when she would take what was owed.</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The Rage of Women Burns Cold</em></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>As the king's executioner Rialey Dagon is familiar with King Wineslowe's hatred of witches. In fact Rialey carries out the weekly witching at the city center. But the blood on her hands is not as it seems.</em></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A witch herself Rialey works to help the prisoners escape the palace dungeons.</em></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When Verena is left beyond the city walls cold and frail from her time in the dungeons she moves north. With the kingdom's constant winter she finds herself on the brink of death only to be saved by a stranger in the woods.</em></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>With their secrets revealed both women are forced to escape and push north to the Waldwood forest where magic thrums through the very soil.</em></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>King Wineslowe's army on their trails Verena and Rialey are forced to choose. Fight the war that's been brewing for decades or see all they love burned to ash.</em></p>