In that moment, Kaelin knew she was doomed to follow the storm, to ride its fury and unleash its power. And Eryndor Thorne, the mysterious stranger, would be by her side.
Some said Eryndor was a storm caller, a man with the ability to tame the tempests. Kaelin wasn't so sure. There was something about him that drew her in, a sense of shared destiny that she couldn't ignore. Storm’s Bride by Terri Cannon
The winds howled louder, threatening to sweep her off the cliff. Kaelin opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto the figure standing at the edge of the forest. Eryndor. He was watching her, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her skin prickle. In that moment, Kaelin knew she was doomed
The villagers had always whispered about her in hushed tones, some with reverence, others with fear. They said she could summon the winds and still the tempests with a mere thought. Kaelin had never confirmed nor denied such rumors, but she knew the truth: she was a conduit for the raw energy of the earth. Kaelin wasn't so sure