Lucy Wickshire is feared across realms because of her family history. The thraines have always been a clan of passive warriors that one dared not provoke. Still, it did not stop those above from breaking the pact and descending into the rankless world to kill Lucy's mother. Seeing her mother die before her eyes, Lucy had understood then; she was not a child anymore, she was a threat. It was either them or her. So she straightened her back and reigned down fear that put her mother's legacy to shame. As long as she lived, all realms must kneel or burn. 
You are about to read the accounts of Lucy Wickshire and the millions of bodies burned as a backdrop to her rage.

If You are still reading here, I have started reposting on the other free Lucy Wickshire. For those who are confused, there are two versions of this book on this platform. This happened during the signing. The other one does not have locked chapters and I have started posting there because I am considering the future chapters of this book going free as a perk, since this author has been on hiatus too long and most of you have left. Thus, this is an olive branch to return. Right now, the other Lucy Wickshire has not caught up with this one in chapters, but go ahead and add it to your library and vote on it to get it up the charts.

Lucy Wickshire

( I apologize for not posting two days now, I was in a motorcycle accident on Thursday) 


“Ah, I see.” Little Nse said with a nod, making Walter wonder what a little boy could possibly understand. On second thought, could this person be still called a boy? He looked the same age as his sister. 


The two kept silent all through the journey. In a few hours, they had arrived their destination. The sudden lack of motion made many slightly dizzy. 


Walter himself, who after spending time in the emperor’s shed considered himself quite strong of mind, felt himself get slightly disoriented for a while. 


“Are you sure you don’t want that map? It could be of help.” Walter heard the boy say at this moment and blinked to clear his vision as he looked his way. This did not work; instead he was met with the boy’s smiling face. For a moment, that young face looked quite old in his eyes. 


Bk 2 : Chapter Four (3)