The Guardians of Sherwood Trilogy - Book Three
Curlew Champion, master archer, has always known his destiny. With his cousin, Heron Scarlet, he will become a guardian of Sherwood Forest and further his people's fight against Norman tyranny. But the third member of the triad is still to be revealed, the woman who will complete the magical circle and, perhaps, answer the longing in Curlew's heart.
Anwyn Montfort has fled disgrace in Shrewsbury and come to Nottingham at her father's bidding. He wishes her to make a good marriage and settle down. But the wildness that possesses her refuses to quiet. She knows she's been searching for something all her life, but not until she glimpses Curlew does her spirit begin to hope it has found its home.
Only the magic of Sherwood can bring them together, and only their union can complete the spell woven so long ago...
He bowed his head over his mother's hands, closed his eyes, and called upon the things he loved best—the trees that arched above him, the water that carried promise and memory, the deep loam, and the eternal light. His heart opened like a new shoot in spring.
No response. Her flame burned very low but steady. He saw what she saw: Flames on a winter hearth throwing warmth, safety, and comfort. The flash of silver in his father's eyes and the smile Gareth Champion kept for her alone. Himself as a child, lying in her arms, the future in his eyes.
She was not alone where her spirit lay. Others gathered round her, some he knew and some he did not. A few he had met, in spirit form, on his own journeys through Sherwood. He felt rather than heard their message: You cannot linger here. You are needed. Your time approaches.
Send her back with me, he appealed to them. We cannot go on without her. He cannot.
Go and play your part, Lord of Sherwood. Uphold the circle.
I cannot. We cannot. We are missing the third of our number.