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

“You said you have something for me.” the Nether Lord said calmly. 


“Ah, yes.” Little Nse said and took a seat. He slowly sipped his tea by the side, allowing silence to roam first. Only then did he look up at the Nether Lord and nod to him. 


“I hope you like my gift.” he said and the Nether Lord looked down at the table before him and found a rolled parchment before him. He unrolled it and looked at it briefly, only to look up sharply. 


“It will be if you do what I ask.” Little Nse said. 


“Open the door to the dark path and hand me a key.” he said and the nether lord froze. For some reason, Lizzy felt as though the air around her got too cold and stiff to breathe. 


“You dare to ask this of me? Do you think this path can be opened for anyone?” he asked. His voice sounded like a clap of thunder. 


Bk 2: Chapter four (13)