More from Song and Sword. I’m thinking I might use Camp NaNoWriMo next month to get back to work on the sequel.
Dakkas was awakened by a hand on his arm, shaking him gently. “What–?” he sat up, looking around wildly.
“Shh.” Pashevel held a finger to his lips as he nodded toward the sleeping women and motioned for Dakkas to follow him.
Careful not to disturb Kashrya, Dakkas eased out from under the blanket, and blinked. “It doesn’t hurt,” he whispered.
“Marlia woke up a couple hours ago and healed you. She’s going to need a long rest before she’s fit to travel.” He stood and helped Dakkas to his feet, guiding him away so they could talk without disturbing the women.
“We gained a new companion in the night,” Pashevel told him. “Someone who is very anxious to speak with you.”
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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