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.
Other voices – male – caught his attention and he turned. A group of young men were setting out on a hunt, their spears resting on their shoulders, and he smiled, silently leaping from his perch in an old oak and giving a whispered whistle.
A moment later his mount appeared, his dark red coat appearing brown in the forest shadows, his horn gleaming black in the filtered light. For a moment he leaned against the unicorn, the only true friend he’d ever had, the only thing that could never be taken from him. “What do you think, Rebel? Should we join the hunt?”
Rebel tossed his head, striking at the ground with one hoof. He seemed uneasy, and Dakkas frowned. “What is it, Reb?” For a moment fear gripped him. Perhaps Jehadi or their father had come after him – his death would be easier to explain if it happened outside of Raes’drao-V’len, the Drow Kingdom. No. If it was a threat to him Rebel would be taking him away by now, not standing here, waiting.
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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