HallowedBondChroniclesof Ylandre Book TwoEressePublished2010ISBN978-1-59578-735-4Publishedby Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright 2010,Eresse. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may bereproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any formor by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise,without the prior written permission of the author.Manufacturedin the United States of AmericaLiquidSilver Bookshttp://LSbooks.comEmail:raven@LSbooks.comEditorDevinGovaereCoverArtistAnneCainThisis a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in thisbook are of the authors imagination and are not to be construed asreal. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, iscompletely coincidental.BlurbTimeand circumstances may force true lovers apart but the tie that bindsthem can never be fully severed.WhenDylen Teris and Riodan Leyhar meet one harsh winter in thedual-gendered realm of Ylandre, neither expects the encounter to leadto a fast friendship and abiding love. For a chasm of vastlydissimilar social stations lies between them, and not all Deira couldimagine, let alone accept, such a relationship.Circumstanceseventually separate them for what seems forever only to conspire tobring them together once more in the most unlikely of placesat thecourt of Rohyr Essendri, Ylandres powerful monarch. Complicatingtheir situation is the attraction that still lingers between them,waiting to flare once more into love. But when one isunwillingto venture his heart again or wholly forgive its breaker, it may takea kings interference to reunite these star-crossed lovers forgood.*Thereis a glossary after the last page of the story.PrologueAdventYlandre,in the 2953rd year of the Common AgeSweetVeres, what a beauty! Who sired him? Do tell us!Yes,tell us! How did so gorgeous a Deir manage to elude our notice?HirlenTeris grinned in amusement as his friends oohed and aahed over hisinfant son. With his thick raven locks and limpid earth green eyes,their irises delicately rimmed with dark grey, three-month-old Dylenwas indeed a beauteous child.Thankyou. He is lovely, isnt he? Hirlen said. But as to his sire,thats for me alone to know.Eldranlooked at him in surprise. Why the secrecy? Its not as if weblackmail folk for a living!Hirlenlaughed. Nay, I am not suggesting that. But the Deir in questionis, shall we say, in a sensitive position. It wouldnt do if hisindiscretion were to become public knowledge.Ah,is it someone high in government? Liave guessed. You might saythat.Thenwe shall badger you no more, Miqar decided. Though if you everchoose to share your secret with us, you know our lips will beforever sealed.AgainHirlen laughed. Miqar spoke the truth. The hetharewould not have lasted for as long as they had if any of their numberwere known to tell tales. After all, one of the reasons well-bornDeira patronized the famous fraternity of companionswhoseservices, convivial or carnal, could be had for the highest ofpriceswas that they could count on the hetharesutmost discretion.Afterhis friends left, Hirlen settled himself comfortably by the windowwith his child, leaving his faithful attendant Tarqin to unpack hisbelongings. He observed the activity on the street belowthecomings and goings of the city folk as they went about theirbusiness. How he had missed the hustle and bustle of the capital ofYlandre.Hehad retired to a remote village in the fief of Ilmaren to birth hisson. That in itself