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, which ended with:
“Dakkas. I can’t,” she sobbed. “I can’t go any further…” She dropped to her knees, shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Reaching for her in the darkness, he pulled her to her feet and scooped her into his arms. “I won’t leave you.”
She tried to protest, but he held her against him and with a soft sob she gave in, letting him carry her, both of them hoping that this would lead them somewhere safe – if there was such a place.
The ground no longer trembled, but he was weak, and he knew that it would not be long before he, too, could not go any further. But the only thing that truly mattered was that he had Kashrya, and that there was no sound of pursuit. If they were going to die, they would die together, and free.
Blurb:
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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