House of Moye

"Soon rocks sprang up from the ground and heaved themselves around her, upward, ever upward. That night a castle grew, its lowest depths the tomb of the bloody king and the daughter he sacrificed to give his people haven. And everywhere his blood was spilt, horrid, wretched trees sprang up. From his spoiled life, his people were hedged in, safe from all that might seek them from without.

But in the tomb, the little girl waits ... and soon she will be waking."

Deirdre is surviving. She surv...