Excerpt Chapter Twenty-Six

     Mistraya rose from her high-backed throne, the drapery of her gown coalescing, lost to the background. Striding away, she trailed a very long train that was magically elevated a finger’s width above the floor. The only indication of its presence was when it smothered the reflections of glowing yellow as it swept over them.

      Against the inky chamber, the woman’s very white skin shone out a ghostly purple, culminating in soft yellowish highlights at the tip of her nose and along her lower lip, while her violet-black eyes retreated, veiled beneath her handsomely arched brows. And there they smoldered, stoked by the embers of suppressed rage.