More from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation. This follows directly after last week’s snippet.
For the first time a smile touched her lips. “I believe you.”
Pashevel smiled, as much in response to her smile as to her words. “Then rest, my lady, and know that you are safe.” He leaned forward and drew the blanket up to cover her again.
She sighed, her eyes closing. She did feel safe with him, although she did not understand why. He was, after all, a stranger to her. She smiled at the thought of him stepping in to defend her. As gentle and quiet as he was she doubted that he could handle a sword. She opened her eyes again, scanning his face. He seemed vaguely familiar, as if she should know him, but she could not recall ever having met him.
“May I ask your name?” She was sure she had asked who he was before, but he had been trying to calm her and if he had answered she had missed it.
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince
Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village
Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first
Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast
Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.
But first, they have a problem to solve: how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?
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