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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Pronunciation Guide
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
More Books
Author Bio
A Word From Dianna
TREOIR DRAGON CHRONICLES of the Belador World: Book 2
Book 2 in New York Times Bestseller Dianna Love's brand-new Belador™ series for first-time readers as well as current fans continues with new reveals and unexpected twists.
Daegan is running out of time to find the destructive dragon impersonating him and the woman who claims to be the Treoir family squire, but Casidhe has no intention of being caught. She's racing to save her best friend believed captured by a deadly being. With Atlanta reeling from supernaturals being revealed, the Beladors are battling to protect humans while losing their own to Imortiks possessing any warm body, human or nonhuman. Hunting answers in Ireland lands Tristan somewhere he quickly realizes epitomizes a fate worse than death. Cathbad visits Queen Maeve to gain access to her resources, but the meeting turns explosive and costs him more than he could have imagined.
Imortiks drawn to the venom in Daegan's body are draining his powers when he needs them most. With Beladors awaiting execution in Atlanta and Tristan still to be found, Daegan goes all in to gain information. Choosing the lesser of two evils means still ending up with one.
*This is book 2 of a 9-book spinoff series for first-time Belador readers as well as current fans.
All 9 books will release within a year and be available in e-book, print, and audiobooks.
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PRONUNCIATION GUIDE
Note: A complete guide of unusual names, places and terminology for the Belador series is located on any Belador book page at www.AuthorDiannaLove.com, but below are from this book.
aiteann – ah chin
Brynhild – burn HILD
Casidhe – CAH sih duh
Cavan – cah VAHN
Connell – kuh NAIL
Dragani – drah GAHN nee
Eógan – OH un
Evalle – EE vahl
Fadil – fah DEEL
Fenella – fuh NELL ah
Garwyli – gar WHY lee
Germanus - jur MAN us
gorse – GOERS (rhymes with course)
Gruffyn – GRUFF in
Imortiks – im MORE ticks
Immortuos Grimoire – im MORH tue ose gruhm WAAR
Jennyver - JENN uh vir
Lann an Cheartais – lahn nah KAIR tus
Luigsech – LOO gi sehk (g is hard like ‘egg’)
Maistir – MY stir
Medb – MAVE
Noirre – NOIR ay
Ossian – AH see un
Pliny Laelius – PLY nee LIE lee oos
Phoedra – FAY druh
Renata – REY not ah
Ruadh – ROO awn
Scamall – SKAH mull
Scáth Force – SCATH (like bath) Force
Seanóir – SHAWN ore ee
Skarde – SKARD
Timmon – tim MAHN
Tzader – ZAY der
Chapter 1
Galway, Ireland
Hostile energy swarmed Casidhe’s cottage and buzzed her skin.
Her adrenaline rush crashed, slamming into the shock chilling her. She couldn’t stop the ringing in her ears.
She’d killed a live being.
Two, in fact. Neither had been human, but still.
She clutched Lann an Cheartais with a death grip. The sword had come to her aid.
The blade trembled in her shaking hands.
What were those two dead yellow things at her feet? One headless body. She’d stabbed the second monster and ... wait! Had a hand on that one just twitched? Panicked, she whipped her sword up and chopped off another head.
Her beloved cottage, her sanctuary, would never be the same. She would never be the same. She fought for a deep breath.
The air stunk of rotten eggs, a sulfuric odor from the horrid corpses.
Her stomach twisted and tried to dump the stew she’d barely eaten. She swallowed hard at what she’d done, but she’d had no choice. Those glowing yellow beings had clawed her clothes and tried to kill her.
A wailing howl broke through her foggy mind and snapped her back into real time.
Her crazy intruder still battled demons outside. She’d lopped the head off of one that had tried to get in. Unlike the bodies stinking up her home, the demon she’d decapitated had burst into orange dust.
Move, move, move! Screamed through her mind. Stop wasting time on dead monsters.
This was her chance to escape.
Her conscience smacked her brain aside. What about the guy fighting those demons?
Leaning forward, she took a quick look out the open doorway at the stranger who had broken into her home. With shoulders wider than the door and long, powerful legs, he battled like a Spartan warrior. One massive booted foot plowed through her gorse and delphinium flower beds now splattered with blood. He swung a monster sword he’d conjured
