Kellyn's Sacrifice

By Isabo Kelly

Kellyn, warrior of the Aleanian Temple, has known for most of her life that finding her soul twin will cost her her life. When she’s sent to rescue one of the famed Gryphatar shapeshifters from a powerful wizard, she knows this will be her last mission. She needs to survive long enough to set A’var free, even if doing so kills her. Her only regret is that she and A’var won’t have more time together.
But Prophecy is a tricky thing...

• Language: English
• Publisher: T&D Publishing
• Release date: Sep 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310802201

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KELLYN’S SACRIFICE

Copyright © 2015 by Katrina Tipton

Published by T&D Publishing

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Table of Contents

Copyright

Title Page

Beginning

Thank You

Excerpt

Books by Isabo Kelly

About the Author

KELLYN’S SACRIFICE

Isabo Kelly

Kellyn listened to the harsh shouts and curses from above, echoing down the spiral stairway. And she knew she wouldn’t survive the night.

She crept up the tower stairs, her sword, Ba’nari, held in front of her as a shield as much as a weapon. Her only light was a faint moon glow filtering in through arrow slit windows spiraling up with the stairs. She knew there were no more guards in the tower. Vahe would never be so stupid as to leave a guard within the reach of a Gryphatar. Still she held the sword in a tight grip, dreading what she’d find when she reached the end of the stairs.

The violent tug at the edges of her mind grew more disorienting the closer she got to the top of the tower, but her