Chapter Twelve Pictures

Renee

The Ember Sword Chapter Twelve

Renee brought five women to Esme, who looked them over, spoke to them, and asked if they were prepared for what had been asked of them. They agreed, and Gianna, Vera, Cynthia, Bianca, and Pire joined the ranks of the sentinels. They were immediately fitted with armor and taken to the field for pell training. It was better than nothing and, with hope, the new women could become backup for the six who were well-trained. If they had eleven to defend the castle, that was at least as many as The Forsaken’s fighters. On the off chance they all made it to the citadel and the True-Sworn were not there, the sentinels would stand a chance.

Chapter Eleven Pictures

Jasper and Alise

The Ember Sword Chapter Eleven

They trained harder than they ever had before. Jasper taught Alise how to use his bow, and Edward taught Isabella how to throw daggers. They each tried the mancatcher, and Esme even suggested she’d have one made for herself. If they didn't know what they were facing, they had to be prepared for anything. 

Chapter Ten Pictures

Chieftess Esme

The Ember Sword Chapter Ten

“As your chieftess, I have gathered statements and evidence regarding the attempted attack on our beloved citadel.” Esme stood before her people, hands spread. “Mercenary Jane, Ensigns Marcus and Alec, and Sentinel Chelsea have been found guilty of treason.”

Chapter Nine Pictures

Dark-Sorrow (Esme)

The Ember Sword Chapter Nine

    

“I couldn't possibly, Dark-Sorrow.”

“Do it, Bone-Crusher. Throw the dagger.”

The Ember Sword Chapter Eight

Isabella opened her eyes to a new day, finding her husband curled around her. His naked skin pressed warm to her own, and a now-familiar fluttering began in her belly. She couldn't recall a morning when she’d woken so content and fulfilled. She now had strength, skill, and her mate.

Chapter Eight Pictures

Edward 

The Ember Sword Chapter Seven

The feel of Edward’s warm skin on her palm sent a thrill down her spine. Isabella looked into his eyes, finding deep emotions reflected back at her. She drew a deep breath and turned her attention to the priest. His words were ancient, the meaning everlasting. They would bind themselves to one another for all time, followed by the anointing from The Purifier. Rosalie stood in front of the table the golden sword was set upon, ready to perform her part of the ceremony.