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They had taken everything from her--the throne, the influence, the clothes and jewelry--all stripped within a single night. She and her consort fled through secret passages to avoid the guards. So unbecoming of a queen. It was only her rage that kept her moving. Her rage and the knowledge that her consort was a powerful magician. So she hadn't lost everything.

When the timid man pleaded with her to reconsider the ritual, she could only laugh. What else did she have to lose? No, the fools on the council thought they could get under her skin, undermine her authority? No. They would find themselves right back where they belonged: under her foot. This time more literally. She would pay any price to become queen once more...but why stop there? With her new and growing power, she could be Empress...or even Goddess.

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