by Cayla Kluver


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This is not the time for the fight to end. Now is when the fight will begin. This is the time to regain what has been lost.

Queen of a fallen kingdom, secretly in love with the enemy.

Daughter of a murdered father, rebel with a cause.

One lives behind the former Hytanican palace walls and walks the razor's edge to keep the fragile peace in her beloved homeland. The other slips through the war-torn streets, seeking retribution for her family's tragedy, following whispers of insurgency.

Both face choices that will separate them from those they cannot help but love. As their stories intertwine, a conspiracy ignites that may end in slavery or death—or lead to freedom anew, if only each can face what must be sacrificed.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780373210442
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 10/23/2012
Series: Cayla Kluver's Legacy Series , #3
Edition description: Original
Pages: 448
Product dimensions: 5.38(w) x 8.25(h) x 1.21(d)
Age Range: 14 - 17 Years

About the Author

Cayla Kluver was born on October 2, 1992, in Wisconsin. She has cats, dogs and horses, and watches more crime shows than is probably healthy. Her office is filled with twinkly lights, candles, and fun colors. She loves Robert Louis Stevenson and the Beatles. Legacy is her first novel. Visit Cayla at, friend her on Facebook and follow her on Twitter @CaylaKL.

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I inhaled deeply, held my breath, then released it in a whoosh, repeating the process thrice over to quell my anxiety, with a predictable lack of success. Looking to the door at my left, which led into the corridor, I imagined my guests entering and realized for the thousandth time the danger, stupidity and yet necessity of what I was doing. I was creating an explosive situation and, like lightning striking dry grass, I didn't know if I would get sparks or a wildfire.

"The time?" I asked, throat dry.

"They aren't late, if that's what you mean."

London was leaning against the wall behind me, having been reassigned as my personal bodyguard, a duty he took most seriously. Although I had been named Grand Provost of the Hytanican Province by the High Priestess, London did not trust that the Cokyrians would respect that decision, and felt I was in greater need of protection than ever before.

After much thought, I'd chosen what had been the King's Drawing Room for this meeting, believing it to be the most neutral ground. Memories and pain lurked in almost every corner of the Palace of Hytanica—which had been redubbed the Bastion by the Cokyrians—but this room was nondescript and held no particular significance, unlike the Hall of Kings, where the thrones of our royalty had been removed along with the portraits of rulers past; unlike the strategy room where we had planned our last defenses; unlike the offices that had formerly been Steldor's as King, Cannan's as the Captain of the Guard and Galen's as Sergeant at Arms.

This would be the first time since the occupation that the most influential men of my kingdom would come face-to-face with Narian, the Commander of the Cokyrian Forces. These were the men who had delivered me to safety during the attack and who had proved their valor again and again while we'd grappled for leverage from our hiding place in the caves of the Nineyre Mountains. And Narian was the man I loved, who had operated under duress, for the Overlord had held my sister's life in his hands; he had bargained with the warlord, done all he could to save our troops and our people, but still wounds were raw among my fellows. Cannan's beloved brother Baelic had been tortured to death by the Overlord merely for his relation to the captain. London and Halias, deputy captains in the Elite Guard and bodyguards to my sister and me, had suffered "more than they would ever say," by the warlord's own claim; and Destari, another faithful deputy captain, had been slain before London's eyes. I could not blame my friends for their bitterness, nor deny my own, though mine was not directed at Narian.

At long last, the door I had been watching opened and the Hytanican men entered: Cannan and Steldor, so alike with their formidable builds, dark eyes and nearly black hair, although Steldor's features were otherwise those of his beautiful mother; Galen, slightly lighter in coloring than his best friend, his generally more forgiving nature eradicated by the war; and Halias, whose twinkling blue eyes seemed harder and whose sandy hair was cut short, physical signs of the loss of his easygoing manner.

All bowed before me, to my chagrin referring to me as Queen Alera, before sharing nods with London that bespoke of the respect the men held for each other.

"You should not call me Queen," I reminded them, keeping my volume low, always conscious these days that someone might overhear. "I am Grand Provost now. I don't think we should flout the High Priestess on such a minor matter as titles."

"It is not a minor matter," Cannan briskly contradicted me. "You are a member of the royal family with a right to the throne—our Queen. The High Priestess will have no choice but to tolerate our insolence, for we will address you in no other way."

I bit my lip, exasperated but not knowing how to articulate it in light of their loyalty.

"Won't you sit, then?" I managed to say, gesturing toward several armchairs.

"No. We wouldn't want to offend our delegate"

It was Steldor who had spoken, his infamous temper sizzling as he referenced Narian, though it was not the same anger that I had come to know during our tumultuous marriage, which had ended when he'd sought an annulment from the church out of respect for my wishes. No, this anger was deeply rooted, born out of pain, oppression and the knowledge that the man he held at least partly responsible for Hytanica's destruction would join us at any moment.

Cannan glanced at his son, sympathy and an admonition in his gaze, then more civilly expressed the sentiment.

"We'll stand, at least until Narian arrives."

With no choice but to accept this decision, I continued to wait with them in awkward silence, my nervousness growing with each passing second, for I knew what Narian would say. I had called this meeting at his behest, both of us having recognized that the request needed to come from me if there were to be any chance of getting provincial rule off to a decent start.

It was not a sound but the stiffening of backs that told me Narian had arrived. I turned to face the door opposite the one the Hytanican men had used, the one that led into the Throne Room—or what had been the Throne Room—and saw him standing there. Like the others, he was several inches taller than me and well-muscled, though we all knew his power ranged beyond the physical. His deep blue eyes went briefly to me, then he appraised the former military men who, despite their stoicism, could not conceal their enmity, and quietly closed the door.

"Gentlemen," Narian said, the word a touch too well pronounced. "Grand Provost Alera."

The formality Narian maintained toward me in official capacities was essential. We had repaired our relationship, but the province was not ready to learn of it. And though the present company was knowledgeable of the affection between us, they were far from ready to accept it.

I nodded, although no one else issued a welcome. Narian, who was cool and controlled almost to a fault and had long ago given up hope of befriending these men, ignored their disrespect.

"I bring word from the High Priestess," he informed them in his subtle accent, stepping farther into the room, London also joining the group. "I suggest you seat yourselves. She has much to say."

When none of the men stirred, I moved to occupy an armchair, thinking they would follow my lead. They did not, and I wondered if they would have seated themselves if the suggestion had not come from Narian.

Ignoring their effrontery once more, Narian proceeded to untie a leather cylinder from his belt, removing a scroll from within it. My heart pounded as though it alone were driving blood through everyone's veins. He unrolled the document and began to read.

"Upon this Twenty-second Day of May in the First Year of Cokyrian dominance over the Province of Hytanica, the following regulations are put into place, to be conveyed directly to Hytanica's upper tier—" Narian nodded to the men assembled, whom the proclamation indicated "—and posted throughout the city and countryside so that no citizen may avoid accountability by a plea of ignorance. The violation of any rule herein established will be punished severely, with bodily harm, imprisonment or execution.

"Regulation One. The possession of weapons of war by any Hytanican man, woman or child, other than the Grand Provost's bodyguard, is strictly prohibited. All such weapons must be surrendered immediately to Cokyrian forces. Permitted are farm implements, one ax per household for the chopping of wood, cutlery, tools for construction and daggers under six inches long by the blade."

Cannan motioned to Steldor and Galen, both of whom met his gaze in a silent challenge before simultaneously reaching into their right boot shafts and withdrawing daggers that contravened this law. Each flipped his knife around to catch the blade before extending it to Narian, who confiscated the weapons with a cold stare they gladly returned. After laying the daggers on the table beside the chair in which I sat, Nar-ian again unfurled the parchment.

"Regulation Two. Cokyri will maintain complete control over access in and out of the city. Cokyrian soldiers will man the gate and may subject any passers to search and seizure with or without cause.

"Three. The borders of the Hytanican Province will be guarded by Cokyrian soldiers during and after the construction of the Province Wall. No citizen may cross the border without explicit permission from the Commander of the Cokyrian Forces within the province, such permission to be evidenced by the seal of the High Priestess."

I looked at the ring on Narian's right hand, knowing that London would also recognize it as the Overlord's, for he had stolen it while a prisoner and had worn it for seventeen years. The twin to the ring resided on the hand of the High Priestess; thus Narian had the ability to provide her seal.

"Four. The Hytanican Province will maintain no military force of its own. The former military base will belong exclusively to Cokyrian soldiers, who alone will be the peacekeeping force within the city and throughout the countryside. The military school will continue in a strictly academic capacity, for the intellectual betterment of the province's youth, both male and female.

"Five. Foreign trade will recommence following the completion of the Province Wall in order to accelerate the recovery of the province's economy. However, all tradesmen will be searched and those carrying impermissible items will be turned away.

"Six. Hunting parties will register with the Cokyrian Weaponry Officer in order to receive permission and appropriate arms. At the conclusion of the hunt, all weapons shall be returned to Cokyrian control."

My eyes roved over the men, knowing how offended they had to be by these constraints, but I could detect no reaction beyond the seething resentment of the younger pair. Cannan's gaze did not falter, and his face remained impassive. Halias, relying on habit to rein in his sentiments, stood at attention with his hands clasped behind his back, staring somewhere past his captain, Narian not even in his line of sight. But London's aspect perplexed me, for he looked resigned, yet I had never known him to bow to authority.

"Seven. Harvested crops will be divided with twenty percent delivered to Cokyri and eighty percent remaining within the province. Special Cokyrian envoys will be in charge of coordinating the planting and farming effort.

"And Eight. A tax will be imposed on trade and businesses in the amount of ten percent of earnings, in accordance with rules to be established by the Cokyrian tax collector."

The ensuing silence was thick, the Hytanicans no doubt having been ordered by the captain not to respond. The High Priestess might have declared that Hytanica no longer had a military, but these men still had a chain of command.

"The people revere you and will follow your example," Narian concluded, rolling up the parchment and looking at each man in turn. "If you abide by these laws, this province can prosper. The Hytanican people can know peace."

"We can live comfortable half lives, you mean," Steldor retorted. He had changed so much since his brush with death, but when angered, he still had difficulty controlling his tongue.

"For now, comfort is more than you have the right to expect. You are a conquered people, and the High Priestess is being exceptionally generous."

Galen's hand fell on his friend's shoulder. Neither he nor Steldor had spared a glance for me throughout this meeting, perhaps because they knew where my convictions lay. I had been first among my people to see these regulations, and though they intimidated me, it was my responsibility to encourage cooperation between Hytanica and Cokyri. I had negotiated with the Overlord to allow my people to exit our conquered homeland, preferring a nomadic life to one of tyranny, and later had signed a treaty with the High Priestess to permit our return. But we were now a Cokyrian province, and that status brought restrictions. With time, limitations would be lessened and we would be granted more privileges. I had to make sure we survived this difficult stage to find a better one, for everyone's sake.

I came to my feet, intending to say something, but London interceded.

"Narian's right. Were the Overlord alive and in command, we would likely be enslaved."

I could have sworn gratitude graced Narian's countenance, for London was reminding the others that the eighteen-year-old had paved the way to the Overlord's destruction when he had challenged his master in the clearing to protect me. It had been the High Priestess, however, who had delivered the final blow, saving Narian's life by slitting her brother's throat when she had realized that his evil exceeded her control. The other men grudgingly accepted London's point and Narian moved on with the meeting.

"There is one more issue to address—the positions you men will hold in this new Hytanica. The High Priestess feels it would be unwise to leave you to your own devices."

This was spoken as a warning, and Narian let the words hang in the air for a moment before he went on.

"Each of you is hereby given certain duties. London has already taken up the role of Alera's bodyguard and will remain in that post. Cannan, you will operate from your old office in an advisory capacity to Alera while she learns to govern the province. As for the rest of you, the city is in dire need of repairs, and you will be assigned to that task, working with the Cokyrians who are managing the effort. Steldor, you are assigned to the southern section of the city, Galen to the west and Halias to the east. The north will remain under my jurisdiction."

I could sense indignation flaring within Steldor—his pride was enormous, while Galen was less easily offended; and Cannan, Halias and London had the presence of mind and the years under their belts to take what they were handed. None of them, however, was pleased with the current state of affairs, and I feared how long their subdued attitudes would last.

"Why not simply execute us?" Steldor asked, his jaw tight, no doubt thinking of his uncle Baelic's fate after Hytanica had surrendered.

"To appease the public," Narian snapped.

"Very well," Cannan said, holding up a hand to stifle his son. "I assume that's all?"

His words sounded like a dismissal rather than a question, a harsh reminder that there was no enjoyment to be found for him or his men in Narian's company. There was a tense pause, and I could feel an immense struggle for power beneath the surface.

"Yes. You are free to go."

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Sacrifice 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
iheartyabooks More than 1 year ago
Sacrifice was a great ending to the Legacy series. This last novel did leave me heartbroken for Steldor, but really, I guess this whole series has left my heart bleeding for this beautiful guy. I knew by the second book Allegiance that Steldor wasn't going to get Alera—the girl he loved with all his heart. I accepted that. I accepted that Narian was the guy Alera loved, but I was hoping that in this final book I would at least get the ending I wanted for Steldor. And the one he deserved. But Steldor got ripped to pieces again, in my opinion. I can't say anymore, as I don’t want to spoil it for you. I can only hope that now the author will write Steldor’s own story and give him his happily ever after. There's no doubt that Steldor made the Legacy series a fantastic one for me, and he's the reason I love this story and kept reading it. Steldor’s character is my favorite and he out shined Alera and Narian, but I’m sure you too have your favorite. Also with Steldor having only a small part in this last book, it was kind of slow for me. I will say I enjoyed the author bringing in another girl character, Shaselle, who is Steldor’s eighteen year old cousin. Shaselle is the total opposite of Alera. Sacrifice is also told from her point of view, too. Shaselle’s character is awesome, just like Steldor. She’s a beautiful feisty tom boy. Shaselle is definitely Steldor’s cousin, she just as cocky and stubborn as Steldor. Shaselle’s character still brings the excitement and energy for me to this storyline after no longer having Steldor’s fun and cocky self to do this in this last book. Sacrifice is a great finale, and I recommend the Legacy series as an awesome, break-your-heart series. I plead to the author to write a book for Steldor, who is an amazing character. I love him so much. Please give him the happy ending he deserves. Thank you, Cayla Kluver, for the enthralling Legacy series and Steldor!
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I just love it!iIt was awesome like the other boks of Cayla.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Quisiera leer la novela solo me falta esa de las tres pero no la encuentro en espanol
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed it but not as much as Her other books. It was extremly rushed and kinda sloppy. It felt like the author was just trying to finish the book to get it over with
pagese More than 1 year ago
Man was I worried about this one. I loved the first two in the series but I was so apprehensive that it could not end in a manner that would be true to the story and make me happy. Tall order I know, but I wanted to see how it could be done. The end of book two left me reeling. War and country take over is not a new topic to me. But for some reason the way it was presented really hit home for me. This book begins with the devastated country ripped of everything it has ever known. Countless high ranking officials were murdered and/or tortured. They've settled for peace, but at what cost? The Corkiyan priestess has harsh terms all designed to make the men of the country feel lower than low. Alera really has power in name only. Alera really grew into her character in this book. I think in the beginning she was happy to have peace and quite a number of those closest to her still alive. She was willing to work with the conditions laid out before her. But, I don't think she realized the full effects of those terms. She doesn't initially see how it is belittling her people. She feels at first that the best course of actions is to follow these rules and eventually the reigns will be loosened. It's not long before she sees the noose for what it really is. In a country that is use to having a male ruler, Alera realizes she alone has the ability to make the proper negotiations to ensure her country has a chance to survive. But, the people of her country do not take like to rebel in subtle ways at first. And it doesn't come from who you might expect. I wasn't surprised at Steldor or even London's actions. They were reckless and they knew it. But, they weren't going to stand being oppressed. I enjoyed their antics and when they were serious about overthrowing the priestess, their plan was amazing. I love that we get a part of this story told from Shaselle's point of view. With her we get to see the feeling around the country. I love her personality, but think she was extremely naive in how she believed she could help the rebel movement. Nothing she did was well thought out and always ended up causing way more harm than good. I was happy to see her find love in the end. Truly way more to talk about, but I was extremely satisfied with the ending. With this awesome fantasy work under her belt, I am looking forward to what Cayla Kluver could do next.