The Restless Shore: The Wilds
James P. Davis
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 0786951311
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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One hundred years ago, the Akanamere was ravaged by the Spellplague, drying the lake and leaving behind a nightmarish landscape of frozen waves, distorted creatures, and a strange being whose song drives listeners to carry out what they believe are the singer's orders. When a genasi girl is kidnapped by these fanatics, her troubled sister must brave the wilds of the Mere-That-Was to save them both from an gruesome fate.
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Remain patient, a twinge of shame resting like a brick in his gut until he could be alone with his demons. He could make it. No one would have to know. His hand trembled as he released the silkroot bundle back into his pack, patting it securely several times to remind himself that it was still there. Uthalion kept his eyes forward and his feet moving, focusing on their path and winding it just enough to hopefully throw off any further pursuit. Several times he studied a well-hidden, shadowed.
Ran from the room. Nimbly leaping down the stairs, she drew her sword and rushed into the common room to find it empty. Uthalion was nowhere to be found. The door at the top of the stairs she’d rushed down creaked open, and slow footsteps pressed noisily upon the old steps. Ghaelya ran outside, searching for Vaasurri or Brindani, but she found herself quite alone and surrounded by buzzing shadows and discordant, singing voices. Raising her sword, she turned to the figure now in the common room.
Existed somewhere between the howl of a wolf and the cry of a man. The hair on Uthalion’s neck stood on end, and a shudder passed through his shoulders, chilling him to the core. “That was not a bear,” he said, getting to his feet. “Nor a dragon,” the killoren replied and stood as well. His sword was at the ready though the howl had come from some distance away to the north. “Small favors,” Uthalion muttered quietly as he went to uncover his sword and bow. He took up his light leather armor.
Outward into his temples and filling his ears with a storm that only increased his pain. Once, when he was a boy, he’d taken deathly ill and had barely survived. He thought fondly of those days as his stomach churned, as if it were eating itself. “Quickly,” Vaasurri intoned yet again from several strides ahead, an undertone of annoyance in the killoren’s voice causing Brindani to grit his teeth in anger. “Keep up. Stay alert.” Cursing quietly, Brindani forced himself to move faster, though his.
Into the trees for the source of the arrows. Brindani placed a hand on her shoulder that she quickly shrugged off, but she calmed somewhat as he stepped forward, seeing more in the dark than just more enemies. She did not lower her blade as a human, armed with a longbow, approached cautiously. He was tall and lean, with a hard stare that pierced through the forest’s ghostly gloom. An arrow was strung tightly in his bow, and she braced her feet, ready to move at a moment’s notice. To Ghaelya’s.