Two minds united against a common foe. Two hearts afraid to show their love: Long ago Tamarith fell in love with a man she can never have, and is convinced she will never love another. However, she cannot help but be intrigued by a handsome stranger whose psychic powers exceed even her own.

Vidarh seeks only to find his true purpose in life and to win the regard of his father, who eschews his son’s psychic abilities. Thrown together by a common threat to their planet, then torn apart by an evil greater than any they could have imagined, can Vidarh save the lovely Nifl woman who has captivated him, before it is too late? Will Tamarith and Vidarh overcome the deadly enemy who threatens to destroy all they know and love? Will they find the happiness they both seek? Or are they fated to live their lives alone?

REVIEW

Adventure, suspense and nail-biting battles so realistic you can smell the blaster fire comprise this sequel to Hywela Lyn's debut novel, Starquest. Children of the Mist is more than a romance tale. It's a moving story packed with powerful emotions of ruthless vengeance, blood- chilling terror"and personal sacrifice. This unforgettable book is one I recommend as a keeper!

Reviewed by: Miss Mae
www.missmaesite.com
Author of See No Evil, My Pretty Lady from The Wild Rose Press

EXCERPT

You don't have far to go. I will keep sending you the directions. You should be near the river now.

Yes. I hear it up ahead.

Be careful. We had heavier than usual
snowstorms last winter. With the coming of spring, the melting snow and ice has swelled the volume of water.

Vidarh made his way along the tunnel, partly
guided by his telepathic link with Tamarith, and partly by his own senses. Eventually it widened
out into a large cave, through which the underground river roared as it cut its way
through the mountain.

On the shingle of the boulder-strewn shore,
several small boats bobbed against their moorings. After ensuring his pack was securely fastened around his waist, he climbed into one, and lashed the torch to the prow. He cast off, and took up the paddle. The river bore the craft along at a tremendous rate and it needed all his skill and attention to save the craft from dashing against the rocks. He'd heard about the fabled river of Mimir, but this was not the tranquil stream of his imagination.

The walls still reflected a phosphorescent
glow. Vidarh noticed several gigantic, human-like statues on the banks as he passed, but had no
time to contemplate or admire them. Rounding a bend, he came upon a wall of water ahead, cascading from the roof in a fury of white froth. The torrent boiled and raced. He gritted his teeth as he headed into the maelstrom.

There was no way he could control the boat's
frantic motions as it heaved and bucked like an unbroken colt. He threw down the paddle, gripped the sides of the vessel, and sent a desperate message through the ether.

Tamarith, I'm in trouble. Please"send me
images of your location, quickly. I need to know
what it looks like where you are.