Into the Veihl

A few months ago, I knew exactly who I was. Mackenzie Grae, 28 years old, owner of Grae Enterprises. Now, I am fighting a losing battle, trying to discover who—or what—I really am. Turns out I'm the lost heir to the throne of Atala. You probably know it better as Atlantis. Yep, that Atlantis. This place isn't the dreamy, mystical world that is described in the books and legends. It is harsh, cruel, barbaric, and dying. And yet, somehow I am breathing into it the glory it once was, restoring the land and the people to their rightful powers and beauty they claimed in the past. I don't want it. I can't be a queen, despite the claims that dark and dreamy hunka-hunka-burning-love Cael makes. For some reason, he believes in me, sees things within me that, despite my futile declarations otherwise, destroy my preconceptions and make me want to be all that he claims and more.
It isn't easy. Even though he beckons to me with his mercury eyes, something in him repels me, a darkness that threatens to overwhelm my newly discovered Prime and stain my soul until it is as black as his. He's demanding, possessive, and primal, and has too many secrets that I am aching to uncover.
I have met gods, walked among shadows, escaped the Underworld, saved an ancient Druid, fought side by side with Gargoyles, and learned my true name, all to discover who I truly am.
I am life. I am savior and destroyer. I am woman and beast and power, rolled into one package of epic proportion. And I am a target for the most malevolent man in Atala. He's tried to kill me. He's succeeded. But not even death can keep me from my destiny. I am a Prime. And I am ready to meet my enemy.