Ravenshade (Tales of Alterra, the World that Is #3): (Elfhunter Trilogy) (Volume 3)
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No war truly ends with the last battle... Gorgon Elfhunter–defeated, disheartened, desperate–has never given himself over to the will of another. Gaelen Taldin–reluctant Elven warrior–fights to save her sanity, her people, and her world. Lord Kotos–Persuader, Beguiler, Deceiver–ancient and deadly agent of a greater evil, faces what may be his most daunting challenge. In the final chapter of the Elfhunter trilogy, fate turns on the outcome of a cunning gambit as old as Evil itself. When arrogance blinds perception When obsession conquers reason When the urge to kill is stronger than the will to live... ...who is the real enemy? The final battle is within.
his friends. “Don’t worry…I’ll be the first to go. She already bears a grudge.” “For what, might I ask?” said Estle, who was now worried for him. “I once denied her something she wanted,” said Azori. “I will say no more.” “Do they understand Elven-speech?” asked Gaelen. “Unlikely,” said Azori. “However, remember that they are descended of the northern folk. Tuathan dialects have much in common with Elvish. I would be careful if I were you.” “We must escape from this place at our earliest
awaited their arrival, escorting them without delay to the dwelling-place of the Lady. Yet they did not stand before her immediately—they were allowed to rest and wash away the dust of the journey. Later they would be treated to a very fine meal. “We will return and conduct you to the Lady when she requests it,” said their escorts. “In the meantime, our home is yours. Please avail yourselves of any hospitality we may provide.” Carmyn, Estle, and Azori had not spoken a word since they had put
however, merely turned and began walking back to the south, leading Toran. “Why are you not riding?” called Nelwyn. “I need to find a large rock to stand on,” was the reply. Nelwyn turned from her cousin then, and did not speak another word to anyone for a long while. Chapter 20 SECRET TASKS Kotos had observed the departure of the Elves of Tal-sithian, flying near enough to see them while still maintaining a prudent distance. None save the Company would pay any heed to what appeared to be an
the exchange had moved them both. The sun set over the mountains, and long shadows fell. Magra now stood, clad in full armor, bearing Hallagond’s dragon-shield, clearly visible despite the dark smoke carried on the west wind. He stood upon one of the vaulted rooftops, presumably to better order his warriors. He carried the most powerful bow ever made in his left hand, and at his feet were tempered steel barbs that would almost certainly penetrate the dragon’s hide. Two of the ballistae had
and dismay of all, he settled upon the casket, shaking himself and ruffling all of his black feathers. “He has been summoned,” Maji whispered, pausing in her striking of the bell. There was now no sound to be heard. Karatsu scanned the crowd with his black, glittering eyes. He gave a sort of croaking cough, stretched his neck, and shook his head again. All at once he drew himself up and rose into the air. “Call her! Call her!” he screamed, flying fast over the assembly. “Call her! Call