Isabel Grace (is agented)

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Annora Rainecourt would do anything for the boy she loves - the kingdom's saviour - including defying her low-born status and the nobles who scorn her false arm to prove herself worthy. But on the eve of their wedding, Lucan betrays her, and she can't fathom why. So she escapes into the night, her life of sweet smiles and unfaltering loyalty shattered. Madoc Emory is running out of time. If he can't repay the loan on his tavern, his crew - the only family he has - loses everything. So when a beautiful, intriguing maiden appears begging for help in exchange for payment, he jumps at the chance. Problem is, she wants revenge against the untouchable. The Prince's favoured, and the man prophesied to restore magic to the realm thanks to his discovery of Scale, a weapon forged from wyvern hide. Still, Madoc's desperate and Annora impossible to deny, so they strike a deal. His crew will infiltrate Lucan's empire, and tear him down. But when they uncover a horrifying truth at the heart of Scale, Annora is faced with a choice. Vengeance, or justice. And changing paths may just unravel her fragile bond with the misunderstood Madoc, and the prophecy her entire kingdom relies on.
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Annora Rainecourt would do anything for the boy she loves — the kingdom’s saviour — including defying her low-born status and the nobles who scorn her false arm to prove herself worthy. But on the eve of their wedding Lucan betrays her, and she can’t fathom why. So she escapes into the night, her life of sweet smiles and unfaltering loyalty shattered. Madoc Emery is running out of time. If he can’t repay the loan on his tavern, his crew — the only family he has — loses everything. So when a beautiful, intriguing maiden appears begging for help in exchange for payment, he jumps at the chance. Problem is, she wants revenge against the untouchable. The Prince’s favoured, and the man prophesied to restore magic to the realm thanks to his discovery of Scale, a weapon forged from wyvern hide. Still, Madoc’s desperate, and Annora impossible to deny, so they strike a deal. His crew will infiltrate Lucan’s empire, and tear him down. But when they uncover a horrifying truth at the heart of Scale, Annora is faced with a choice. Vengeance, or justice. And changing paths may just unravel her fragile bond with the misunderstood Madoc, and the prophecy her entire kingdom relies on.
Annora Rainecourt would do anything for the boy she loves — the kingdom’s saviour — including defying her low-born status and the nobles who scorn her false arm to prove herself worthy. But on the eve of their wedding Lucan betrays her, and she can’t fathom why. So she escapes into the night, her life of sweet smiles and unfaltering loyalty shattered. Madoc Emery is running out of time. If he can’t repay the loan on his tavern, his crew — the only family he has — loses everything. So when a beautiful, intriguing maiden appears begging for help in exchange for payment, he jumps at the chance. Problem is, she wants revenge against the untouchable. The Prince’s favoured, and the man prophesied to restore magic to the realm thanks to his discovery of Scale, a weapon forged from wyvern hide. Still, Madoc’s desperate, and Annora impossible to deny, so they strike a deal. His crew will infiltrate Lucan’s empire, and tear him down. But when they uncover a horrifying truth at the heart of Scale, Annora is faced with a choice. Vengeance, or justice. And changing paths may just unravel her fragile bond with the misunderstood Madoc, and the prophecy her entire kingdom relies on.
Runelight Burning: torturous slow burn, inspiration from Norse mythology and ancient Rome, so much yearning, rune magic with four disciplines, she's the anti-hero, he's the moral compass, queernorm world
Tinder bio: Aelia, 26. Location: Gloriana, Halfr Quarter (obviously) Can get my hands on enchanted objects - for a price. Message me for deets. Hook ups ONLY. Must be good with your hands. Not interested in clingy losers.
A beam of light bursts from the silhouette of a woman. Title: Runelight Burning by Izzy Grace. Laurels: Forced proximity slow burn. Norse-inspired rune magic. Subverted chosen one trope. She's the anti-hero, he's the moral compass.
A beam of light bursts from the silhouette of a woman. Title: Runelight Burning by Izzy Grace. Laurels: Forced proximity slow burn. Norse-inspired rune magic. Subverted chosen one trope. She's the anti-hero, he's the moral compass.
Runelight Burning by Izzy Grace
From left to right: Woman silhouetted against embers in the night, a grassy field, text block: "I won't bite you know. Not unless you ask.", light coming from someone's palm, a couple close together, light magic, text block: "Pr*ck", coins, rege jean page in Dungeons and Dragons
Runelight Burning. New adult fantasy romance. Izzy Grace. @izzygraceauthor.
Runelight Burning: New Adult Fantasy Romance
“Are you sure about this?” Kas asked. “I'm sure,” I replied, though my voice wavered. And he heard it. Saw it. But said nothing. Because there was nothing to be done. The first piece of the plan was already in motion, and there was no going back now. Dark blue night settled in the sky, chasing away the last peach rays of sun – a reminder of how little time we had to pull this off. I sighed and tucked myself in tighter to the wall of the litter-filled back street running parallel to Mirri’s. The tavern was closed thanks to the Caestori inspections, which was lucky for us as it meant the area was deserted. “I’m sorry, Kas,” I said. Sorry for lying. Sorry for leaving. Sorry for giving him the burden of looking out for my father. I hoped he heard it all in my voice, since I was too afraid to say it out loud. He regarded me as a breeze ran down the street. Cool air tickled my skin, gloriously soft, like silk. Worlds apart from the staleness of the cellar. Right now, I missed the closeness of it. The tinge of damp an ever-looming presence on the back of my neck. Kas’ brows pulled together, pain and confusion in his expression, and as if the decision made him physically hurt, his face crumpled and he kissed me.
“Bet you could get a hundred people to agree to terrible deals with your Breyta,” I replied, nodding to the unused rune etched above his heart. “Actually, scratch that. You don’t need it. You’re way too good at manipulating people already.” His emerald eyes flashed. “I take that as a compliment.” I snorted. “Of course you do.” I flattened my palm over his rune and let the steady rhythm of his heartbeat comfort me. No matter the situation, Kas never got flustered – whether he was smuggling Rūn Beer into Herus or charming Caestori to look the other way from his betting schemes. It’s why his business was thriving.
Kas was staring wide-eyed from the floor, cradling his arm to his chest. "I think you broke my wrist," he said, mostly to himself. The Àlfr sighed. "It's a minor fracture. It'll heal in a few weeks if you keep it wrapped up." Careful to keep my distance from the stranger, I shuffled in a wide arc until I was beside Kas. The Àlfr's face remained impassive as he turned his attention back to me. "The Ljósfari who sent up a beacon of light as bright as Yreya herself and then disappeared is everyone's business. Or hadn't you heard?" He leaned against a barrel and crossed one leg over the other. I wasn't fooled by his nonchalance — I could see the muscles straining beneath his tight leathers. Ready to go at a moment's notice. It was a look I'd become familiar with, a regular sight amongst the Caestori. Except this was different somehow. His stare was watchful, not cruel.
Snippet: I counted my breaths, focusing on the rush of air in and out of my nostrils. The sweet, earthy scent of Cahir's leathers. His chest wasn't moving. Was he even breathing? I looked up at him. He was watching the road, breaths so controlled it was almost graceful. Goddess, it was frustrating how good at this he was. It made needling him that much harder.
Snippet: Part of me knew I shouldn't do it. Not here. Not again. It would only make things worse for me. But as I tried to grasp at the power and reel it in I knew it was too later. It was like a great wave picking up speed, growing bigger as it crashed through me, drenching every inch of my being until there was too much, too much to hold, and I could do nothing to prevent it being unleashed - even if I wanted to. And I wanted. Wanted him to regret ever laying a hand on me. Wanted him to pay. Wanted him to hurt.
Runelight Burning. New Adult Fantasy Romance. @izzygraceauthor