More from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation. This follows immediately after last week’s snippet.
“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.
“My name is Pashevel,” he replied. “And may I ask who I have the honor of sharing my fire with?”
“Pash – !” She broke off, staring at him, her mouth open, her eyes wide. “Pashevel, son of Vellindrin?” He inclined his head in acknowledgement and she gasped. “My liege!” She tried to sit up again, clutching at the blanket as it slipped and falling backward, weak and unbalanced. “Prince Pashevel…”
“No, please. Just Pashevel.”
“But – but you are the Crown Prince…”
Yep. That’s right. The man she more or less accused of molesting her a few paragraphs back is the Crown Prince.
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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