The Lightning God's Wife

By Grace Draven

It hasn’t rained for a quarter of a century, and a dying world gasps for water. Outcast and exiled, the rain priestess Revida rescues a man and his children as they flee from the wrath of a creator god known as the Bitter Dark. But Atagartis is more than a man, and Revida soon discovers the lover she’s known only in dreams has a purpose for her and the tearless grief she’s born for more than two decades.

A tale of the Glimmer Lands in the world of MASTER OF CROWS.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Grace Draven
• Release date: Sep 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310532313

Grace Draven

Grace Draven is a USA Today bestselling author and the winner of the Romantic Times Reviewers Choice for Best Fantasy Romance of 2014 and 2016. Having loved storytelling since before she can remember, she is a fan of the fictional bad boy. A Louisiana native, she currently resides with her husband, kids, and a big, doofus dog in Texas. For more information, visit gracedraven.com.

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THE LIGHTNING GOD’S WIFE

a short story of the Glimmer Lands in the world of MASTER OF CROWS

BY

GRACE DRAVEN

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Smashwords Edition

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This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

All names, characters, locations, and scenes are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

Copyright 2014 by Grace Draven

Published by Grace Draven at Smashwords

PUBLISHED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

This short story is dedicated to Lori Cecilia Snow Stevenson—that friend of mine who lives in God. Wait for me at the gate.

Many thanks to Lora Gasway, one of my trusted editors who rode in and saved the day – as usual.

The Storm

Martise woke to the banging of a window shutter against the wall. A rush of humid air, still thick with the day's heat, purled into the bedchamber. She slid out of bed and padded to the open window. Shadows pooled on the balcony floor, and in the distance, a tide of black clouds roiled toward Neith. Lightning ruptured the darkness, illuminating swathes of rain that fell in sheets on the dusty plains.

She closed her eyes in a silent prayer of thanks. A storm was coming—this time of its own accord instead of wrenched into submission by the heretic mage still asleep in the bed behind her. Given half a chance, he’d do it again if necessary. The last deluge had provided a much-needed drink of water for the thirsty orange trees in Silhara’s beloved grove, but it was only one drink, and the drought had returned in full force within the week.

More lightning split the rain-gravid clouds, and thunder rumbled in response. The rustle of sheets alerted Martise that Silhara was awake. She didn’t startle when a pair of arms slid around her waist and drew her back against a lithe body still

Reviews for The Lightning God's Wife

[gaynor · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A fun read, had me both in awe and in tears at the same time.