A dark dystopian future in an alternate timeline of Cordysia, brought about by a seemingly small choice made in the past that never should've been made. A realm now mired by insurrection, hopelessness, and loss. Will Rhianyn's love for and commitment to Lorewyn be strong enough to break through barriers of space and time and guide her into taking the sacrificial steps necessary to set things right and restore what originally was? As the old Dwarven saying goes, "The wind may gently blow a single tiny pebble into a small pool of water, but what ripples might come from it."
Book 4 of the New Adventures of Lorewyn & Company dares to ask that age-old question and explores the dilemma that has plagued not only this series' heroines' hearts from time to time but our hearts as well: What if we could go back and do it differently?
Prepare yourself for a very unusual departure from the norm of the series and its predecessor, the Cordysian Chronicles, as Lorewyn and Rhianyn take something of a steampunk-styled detour into the far reaches of realms both known and unknown. Don't miss the ripples cast by this particular pebble in The Secrets of Lady Gemini!
You’re as radiant as ever, Blackbird, she thought. Oh, I’ve missed you so much! You look absolutely perfect… just as I remember.
It took an act of will to keep Lorewyn from running out from behind her concealed spot and throwing herself into Rhianyn’s arms, kissing her, just holding her and being able to speak to her again, in the flesh… for real, not in reverie.
But no. I give you those moments, those days, that future, Lorewyn thought to herself, her other self… the self who would live and know this restored reality.
I give both of you those days… together.
Rhianyn had noticed the foxglove bloom on her saddle. She picked it up, curiously, holding it close to her lips for a moment, then looking around, as if trying to spot something… or someone.
She just shrugged and smiled after a while and hopped on Tyrion’s back, taking the bloom and placing it in her hair. With a squeeze of her knees, she got Tyrion moving, heading down the road, outside of town, toward her father’s house. She paused for just a moment near the Old Tower. She felt… something. Rhianyn glanced over, touching the foxglove in her hair. But she didn’t see anything… nor did she perceive the form of her beloved gradually fade into the breeze.
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Portuguese
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Unavailable for translation.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Carolina La Rosa and Jorge Ledezma
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