Thank you to my LUNA team, Mary-Theresa Hussey and Adam Wilson, for being so great to work withas usual! I would also like to acknowledge the wonderfully talented team that created the exquisite covers for the three Divine books: the original cover artist, James Griffin, Erin Craig for these updated covers and LUNAs art director, Kathleen Oudit.
As always, I am thankful for my agent and friend, Meredith Bernstein.
Thanks, Dad, for the ecosystem information, finding a feline basis for my lovely fictional species of cave cats, and for making the research trip to Oklahomas fabulous Alabaster Caverns and Great Salt Plains so much fun (Mama Cast and Lainee Ann, too!).
Id like to acknowledge the Alabaster Caverns State Park and thank the people there for being so gracious and helping with my research. The Alabaster Caverns State Park is located in northwestern Oklahoma and is well worth the trip. The Oklahoma Great Salt Plains of north central Oklahoma is also an amazing place. Yes, there are selenite crystals on the plains, but you have to dig for them, versus how I fictionalized them. What I didnt fictionalize is the magic I found in both places. For more information you can contact Alabastercaverns@OklahomaParks.com, and the Salt Plains National Wildlife Refuge at 5806264794. Explore Oklahoma and see for yourself!
PROLOGUE
S he wasnt dead.
She wasnt alive, either.
In truth, she might have passed countless years simply dwelling in the outlands of existence. Not dyingnot living. Just being. If it hadnt been for the life that stirred within her womb, and the anger that stirred within her breast. Before she remembered who she was, she remembered that she had been betrayed.
Yes, anger is good
The voice in her mind was not her own, but it felt familiar, and she grasped it as she sought to find herself again. Who was she? Where was she? How had this happened to her?
She opened her eyes. Blackness surrounded her. Blackness and weight, as if she had been submerged in a warm pool. For a moment panic overwhelmed her. If she was underwater how could she breathe? Surley she must be dead. Dead and entombed an eternity for crimes she couldnt remember committing.
Then the child within her fluttered again.
The dead did not bring forth life.
She commanded her panic to recede, and it obeyed. Panic never helped. Cold, logical thought. Meticulous planning and precise execution of those plans. That was the way to triumph. That was the way she had always triumphed.
Until now.
But she had been betrayed. By whom? Her anger built and she fed it, channeling her frustration and fear.
Yesallow anger to purify you
Her self-awareness increased. Her mind was less sluggish. Her body tingled. Her anger continued to build until she could actually feel its warmth surrounding her. It energized her.
She had been betrayedshe had been betrayedshe had been betrayed
The words circled through her mind, causing memories to leak from the dark barriers behind which they had been hidden.
A castle at the edge of the sea.
Dreams that were glimpses of reality.
A marble-walled temple of exquisite beauty and strength.
The call of a goddess.
That was it! She was divine! She was the Chosen of a Great Goddess!
Rhiannon
The name burst through her mind, and with that knowledge the dams that blocked her memory broke, and the past shattered through her.
She had been betrayed by her goddess!
Rhiannon remembered everything. The willful choices shed made during her life that constantly had her at odds with the Great Goddess Epona. The rape that had been her ascension ritual. The fact that Epona had never been content with her. The realization that no one in Partholon truly loved herthat they only worshipped her as an extension of the Goddess. The Magic Sleep vision wherein she had glimpsed the Fomorian demons infiltrating Guardian Castle and plotting the destruction of Partholon. The whisperings from the darkness that told her there was another wayanother worldanother choice. The vision of that other world she had been given through the power of that dark voice. And her decision to exchange herself for Shannon Parker, the mundane woman from that world whose physical appearance was so like hers that they could have been born from the same womb.
Rhiannons body trembled as she remembered the rest of it. How Clint, the Shaman she had found in this world, the mirror image of Partholons High Shaman ClanFintan, had refused to help her harness the power in this odd world where technology was magic and magic was an almost entirely untapped resource. So she had been forced to use dark powers to call forth a servant to aid her.