I unclenched my fingernails from my palm, crossed to the glass doors, and stepped out onto the wrought-iron balcony beyond. The music of marching wafted up -- shod hooves ringing out on cobblestones, the champagne timpani of laughter and trumpets and song. The cortège was nearly the length of the Concordat: a river of riders in uniform -- bright red and pale kembric, metal helms and dancing horses. Children ran beside the retinue, and my breath caught in my throat when I saw the soldats tossing coins to the onlookers. The procession was heading straight for Coeur d'Or's gilded gates, flowing up the shallow steps like a sunlit river. They finally came close enough for me to make out faces, and that's when I saw him . He rode tall and straight at the head of the procession on a prancing chestnut stallion. Even from here I could tell he was handsome -- a bright smile laughed in a golden-tan face. Unlike the rest of the riders -- who wore pale surcoats splashed in red -- he was clad in kembric armor forged so that the sun hammered sparks off it. His dark mahogany hair seemed to glow, as though woven through with threads of ambric. He shone so bright it was hard to look at him straight on. He looked like -- He looked like the Sun Heir. "He's already here," I breathed. A wave of sickly heat wafted off Sunder, slapping the back of my neck with the stench of bloody snow and icy metal. "Here to steal your throne," Sunder growled. Excerpted from Diamond and Dawn by Lyra Selene All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
