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.
He could hear the voices of the young women, could hear their laughter. There seemed to be a cruel edge to it and he winced, knowing that it was directed at Kashrya. He had heard enough of their conversations to know how they felt about her, and it both saddened and angered him. It also gave him hope that she would leave with him, should he ever have the courage to talk to her.
Kashrya moved away from the others, toward the forest, and Dakkas tensed, his breath catching. Now would be the perfect time to approach her, he thought. But then what? Aside from the fact his presence would most likely frighten her, he was a Drow. She would never be interested in the likes of him. He closed his eyes. He was Drow. He didn’t deserve someone like her.
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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