Fire in the Blood (Forgotten Realms)
Erin M. Evans
Language: English
Pages: 528
ISBN: 0786965290
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
SCRIBE- award-winning author, Erin M. Evans, continues the riveting tale of her Sundering character, Farideh, as she becomes embroiled in a Forgotten Realms-flavored game of thrones.
In a direct follow-up to the third book in the Sundering series, The Adversary, young warlock Farideh falls into the midst of a battle for the throne of Cormyr. As the war brought on by the Sundering rages across Faerûn, princes and princesses, wizards and rogues scheme to capture the seat of power of the Land of the Purple Dragon—with Farideh and her allies caught squarely in the middle.
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Pathfinder Player Companion: Goblins of Golarion
Who could be ready to march, given the proper motivations.” She looked back to Ganrahast. “How many war wizards can be spared?” “Perhaps one or two. You’ll need a few Dragons. And someone to lead the thing.” “Oh, I’ll have more than a few captains.” “You won’t have time to train them,” Farideh pointed out. “Which is why they can’t be asked to do anything too complicated,” Raedra said. “They sweep for refugees, help them back to Suzail. Cut down Marsheena’s skirmishers.” She bit her lip. “We.
More skilled a hunter than I. This war has created an absolute drought of eligible fellows.” “Not if you don’t mind commoners,” Lady Florelle Ambershield said. “Isn’t that right, Varauna?” Raedra pursed her lips to stop the smile that crept unbidden to her mouth. Florelle was no match for Varauna, and had yet to learn it. Varauna turned very deliberately and offered Florelle a winning smile. “My dear, that is hardly the same sport. You’d know if you’d ever managed to take a trophy of your own.”.
The tunnels. I’m not sure what they’re for—aside from killing anyone too close.” “Were you too close?” “Almost.” Almost—if it hadn’t been for Farideh’s spell, they would have been dead. He kept thinking that, all the ways that things could have gone wrong, all the things he’d done that had led to the Sharran cornering them in the storeroom. If they hadn’t gone down there, if he’d just somehow hidden them better. If he’d been quieter about kissing her, maybe the Sharran wouldn’t have noticed.
Illance stood between them, catching the pike on his sword and thrusting it away. “This way, Irvel,” he bellowed. “I’ll keep—” A dagger to the throat cut him off—Irvel shouted a war cry and ran the soldier through, seeing his dark eyes widen as the blade breached him. He was younger even than Baerovus. He caught Darclant, who grasped his own throat, blood spilling through his fingers. A healing potion, Irvel thought, but there was no quiet place to administer it—and Baerovus might need it more.
“My friend just wanted to get out, have a drink. That was the only reason she was disguised—neither of us were up to anything further.” “There’s at least a dozen taverns and taprooms in this city that are happy to show off tieflings—should have headed there.” She pinned him with a stern glare. “So why didn’t you?” Dahl reached into his pocket and fished out three of the gold coins, setting them on the table. “She wanted to come here,” he said. The innkeeper looked skeptical, and didn’t even.