Some said Eryndor was a storm caller, a man with the ability to tame the tempests. Kaelin wasn't so sure. There was something about him that drew her in, a sense of shared destiny that she couldn't ignore.
The villagers had always whispered about her in hushed tones, some with reverence, others with fear. They said she could summon the winds and still the tempests with a mere thought. Kaelin had never confirmed nor denied such rumors, but she knew the truth: she was a conduit for the raw energy of the earth. Storm’s Bride by Terri Cannon
As the first drops began to fall, Kaelin closed her eyes, feeling the cool kiss of the rain on her skin. It was a sensation she'd grown accustomed to over the years, a reminder of the power that lay within her. Her people believed that on stormy nights like this, she could communicate with the elemental forces that shaped their world. Some said Eryndor was a storm caller, a
In that moment, Kaelin knew she was doomed to follow the storm, to ride its fury and unleash its power. And Eryndor Thorne, the mysterious stranger, would be by her side. The villagers had always whispered about her in