Peace Maker (Verdant String #6) Read Online Michelle Diener

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Verdant String Series by Michelle Diener

Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)

Fliss knows all about her ancestors, the Travelers, who were forced to land on Fjern thousands of years ago, but when it comes to the Gyr—the enhanced warriors who protect the people of Fjern from the monsters that inhabit the planet—she’s in the dark, even though she is one herself. There’s plenty of ceremony and arcane tradition set up around who receives the gyra—the nanotech that makes the warriors the super-protectors that they are—but Fliss doesn’t care about any of that, she just wants to brush off the dust of the tiny mining settlement she’s been protecting all her life and leave the combative relationship she has with her father far behind her.
When the Gyr who offered her a way out of her old life dies in spectacular fashion, though, she comes to the attention of a host of powerful people, both the Gyr and the administrators from the institution that controls them, alike. Fliss is about to find out more about the Gyr—and herself—than she ever dreamed of.
Gyr leader, Hannu Kardenian, thought he was being called to investigate the strange death of a fellow warrior, but what he finds instead is a woman who breaks every rule he’s ever lived by. Everything about her sets his own gyra on fire, and when she comes to the attention of Gyr Command—the institution that mandates the Gyr’s very existence—he is determined to make sure she never ends up in their clutches, even if he has to upend the very structure of Fjern itself.



Hannu Kardenian and two members of his team——hard, stern warriors in full battle gear——stood no more than ten lengths from where Fliss leaned against the wall.

They were talking quietly to the senior members of Dakar’s team.

Discussing Dakar’s death.

Discussing her.

Fliss's ears buzzed with what they were saying.

It made her twitchy.

Kardenian cut his gaze to her, a slight frown creasing his brow.

He was handsome. Beautiful, even.

His dark hair was cut short, his light gray eyes almost silver as they narrowed, watching her.

“I tell you, she isn’t Gyr,” Rinald, one of Dakar’s lieutenants, was saying urgently. “She can’t shift.”

It came to Fliss, sudden and shocking as a light going on in a pitch dark room, that Rinald believed what he had just said. He wasn’t trying to lie.

He didn’t know what she was.

And he thought she couldn't hear him.

It struck her with a deep certainty.

And then another thought hit.

Could it be that they all thought that?

The earnest way Vanesh was backing Rinald up, she suddenly thought maybe he didn’t know, either. That none of Dakar's team did.

Maybe Dakar had never told them.

The epiphany made her legs weak, and she slid down the wall to sit on the ice-cold stone of the floor.

Meli, the last of the three, looked over at her as she did, her gaze suspicious.

Fliss ignored her and bent her head, resting it on her knees as she came to grips with her new perspective.

Maybe they hadn’t been treating her like a freak. At least, not at first.

When she’d arrived over six weeks ago, she’d thought they were trying to offend her. But that could well have been all in her head, baggage from before.

Her past with her father, and everything that had happened up until Dakar had found her, continued to mess with her perceptions.

But now her realization cleared the way before her, burning away misunderstandings like mist in the summer morning sun.

All this time, the Gyr in the gyratta had thought she was Fjerna.

A strangled laugh escaped her throat, and she pressed her lips hard against her knees to cut it off.

Dakar had known what she was.

He'd given her a chance at a new life.

But she had thought everyone in his team had known what he knew. That everyone in Gyr Command must know.

She had been wrong.

She thought back now to what she'd perceived as disrespectful slights, mainly whispers behind her back that she'd been easily able to hear. She'd thought she'd been meant to hear them.

Perhaps she hadn't.

Not that that changed what had been said.

She thought back to how Dakar had kept her isolated from the others, kept her from making connections with them, and saw now it wasn’t just possessiveness, it had been a deliberate strategy to hide what she was.

She struggled to think why he would do that, when that light that had switched on in her head earlier stuttered and then flared up even brighter.

He’d wanted them to think he had managed to get his control back on his own. That she had nothing to do with it.

The truth of it slammed into her with such force she closed her eyes and gripped her knees even tighter.

The question then was, what had they thought she was doing on the team?

The insinuation had been that she was Dakar’s lover.

She’d been insulted when she’d heard them muttering about her presence among them. Her lack of a role.