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Illusion: Book Four of the Grimoire Saga

BOOK: Illusion: Book Four of the Grimoire Saga
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Prologue: The Demon

Chapter 1: War Games

Chapter 2: Costs

Chapter 3: No Rest

Chapter 4: Union

Chapter 5: Reception

Chapter 6: Reckless

Chapter 7: Final Plans

Chapter 8: The Guild

Chapter 9: New Recruits

Chapter 10: The Seed

Chapter 11: Volunteers

Chapter 12: Exposed

Chapter 13: Reunited

Chapter 14: The Final Battle

Chapter 15: Second Chances

Chapter 16: The Handmaiden

Chapter 17: Dual Citizen

Chapter 18: The Innocent

Chapter 19: Siege

Chapter 20: Infiltrated

Chapter 21: Carden's Secret

Chapter 22: Revealed

Chapter 23: Bloodlines

Chapter 24: Redeemed

Chapter 25: Monsters

Chapter 26: New Enemies

Chapter 27: War Crimes

Chapter 28: Deliberation

Chapter 29: Final Arrangements

Epilogue: Surprises

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Book Four of the Grimoire Saga

A Novel by S.M. Boyce

The Grimoire Saga

Lichgates (#1)

Treason (#2)

Heritage (#3)

Illusion (#4)


The Grimoire Saga

Lichgates (#1)

Treason (#2)

Heritage (#3)

Illusion (#4)

The Ourean Chronicles

The Misanthrope: Stone’s Story (#1)
Fall 2015

The First Vagabond: Cedric’s Story (#2)
Fall 2015

The Demon: Deidre’s Story (#3)
Fall 2015


I hope you enjoy this finale to the Grimoire Saga. I’m excited to bring you the
Ourean Chronicles
next winter (a spinoff series with backstories of your favorite supporting characters in the Grimoire Saga), but it’s bittersweet to see my debut series come to a close.

Happy reading. It’s my cruel hope that I keep you from sleeping until you read the final pages.




Grimoire Saga #4

The final chapter in the war for Ourea ends with blood.

Kara Magari is an icon. A hero. The people love her. The royalty tolerates her. She has everything—an army, allies, and a close circle of chosen family. They believe she will end the war, and they shouldn’t. She’s as scared as they are. She just can’t show it.

The war she accidentally started ends with a final battle that will either save or enslave her people. She will do anything to win—until she learns the cost of victory.

Braeden Drakonin is afraid of what he’ll become when he takes over his father’s kingdom—that much authority can change a man. But his father has already tried to kill him more than once, and it’s time to end his reign. Braeden’s armies are ready. His strategy is foolproof. His generals are waiting for the order to attack. It’s only in the final seconds before the battle begins that he realizes he missed one crucial detail—the traitor.

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Copyright © 2014 by Sarah Montee

Cover and art copyright © 2014 by Heidi Sutherlin

Book design and layout copyright © 2014 by Sarah Montee

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living, dead, or undead, is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved.

No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from Sarah Montee.


For J. N. Chaney, the Lewis to my Tolkien.


The Demon


Deidre scanned the room. Candles illuminated pockets of the chamber that was once Niccoli’s office, their light casting the shadows of the seventeen men around her on crimson walls. The hush in the room mirrored the quiet night outside, where trees rustled in a soft wind. Chairs creaked as men shifted in their seats. Some rested their hands on sword hilts.

These men—elder children like her, others Niccoli had turned at some point in the last thousand or more years—all eyed her. Some glared. Some smirked. But everyone listened.

Carden’s Xlijnughl—his gray teleporting creature—purred, the low grumble humming in her ear. It sat on her shoulder, its tail curled around her neck for balance. The silver fur gleamed in the candlelight, smooth as silk. She smiled. Its presence had already raised a few eyebrows in the room, though no one had yet dared to ask her how she found it. After she’d killed Carden, the little creature ran laps around the room, apparently pleased with its own freedom. A night of scratching its ears and a few steaks later, she’d bought its loyalty. It would serve her well.

Deidre launched into her prepared speech for the elder children. “The yakona will slaughter each other soon, and I want you all to experience the feast of souls to follow. Carden takes no prisoners. You and your families will have your choice of warriors, healers, and ranking officials in the yakona kingdoms. Carden may even give you some of his own people if you fancy them. He wants you in this war.”

She loved the taste of lies, especially when the lies convinced fools to obey her. These idiots would die, and their children—the isen they had turned—would die along with them.

“Why should we care about yakona wars?” an isen asked, his voice rich with an Indian accent. Rami. His almond-shaped eyes caught her gaze and held it, unwavering as he challenged her. He leaned back in his chair, his brown skin even darker in the low light. But his fingers played with the hem of his shirt, betraying his nerves. He would be easy to break.

She shrugged. “Why not? It won’t even be a challenge for masterful isen like all of you.”

“That doesn’t mean we should meddle,” another man said.

Deidre panned the room to see who spoke. Andor, a thousand-year-old Viking, leaned his broad frame against the wall, thick arms crossed. He blocked much of the wall, towering a good two feet over her with a neck as wide as her thigh. He narrowed his eyes, and a black curl fell in front of his face. He never could conceal his bias well. He’d always hated her.

She feigned a smile. “It’s not meddling. It’s an opportunity. I’d hoped you were smart enough to see that.”

“An opportunity to die.”

“An opportunity to collect the finest souls in Ourea,” she corrected.

“We won’t obey a yakona Blood, feast or no,” another isen said. This one had an English accent.

She turned to the new voice—Rupert. Inwardly, she groaned. He rubbed his chin, presumably musing the ramifications of her plan, but winked when she caught his eye. His gaze shifted to her legs, and his other hand tightened its hold on his chair’s armrest. She suppressed the desire to gag. Pig.

Instead, Deidre forced a laugh. “It’s one battle. It’s not as if Carden can control you like Niccoli did.”

“What are you up to, woman?” Andor interrupted.

She let her annoyance seep through. “Care to elaborate?”

He took a few steps forward, his wide shoulders hiding the window as he moved. “You’ve never belonged here. You’ve never turned an isen of your own. You have no family, no faith in the isen life. It’s publicly known you think we’re all demons or monsters of some sort. Why should we trust anything you say?”

Rupert laughed. “She’s not even three hundred years old, good man. She can’t possibly be a threat.”

Andor huffed. “She tried to kill Niccoli once, or have you forgotten? What’s stopping her from killing us?”

“Many of us would have killed Niccoli, given the chance,” Rami replied.

A few heads nodded in agreement.

Andor crossed his arms, back straightening. “She’s killed others in this camp. Elder children like us, brothers. She can’t be trusted.”

Deidre looked at the floor to hide a smile. That murder spree had been fun.

“Don’t trust her,” Andor warned.

“This isn’t about trust,” she chimed in.


“I don’t want your trust, nor do I trust any of you. This war with the yakona is about power. Succession. Niccoli is dead, and you’re all competing to take his place here at the guild. Those with the most powerful children win. You get powerful children by allowing those isen to consume souls of the most powerful mortals alive. It’s fairly simple. Like I said, this isn’t about trust or aiding the yakona. It’s preparation for the real war—the war to control this guild. He who wants to rule here would be foolish to waste this opportunity.”

The room hushed. A candle crackled in the silence. A few isen nodded. Good. At least some would take her up on her offer.

She continued. “Think it over, gentlemen. I don’t usually wait for anyone, but for you, I’ll let you decide by tomorrow morning. Those wise enough to take advantage of this offer can leave with me at sunrise.”

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