The Necromancer King has been defeated and his surviving forces are in retreat. But a new threat marches against the Kingdom of Keesee, promising destruction.
Scouting along the western frontier, Flank Hawk and Grand Wizard Seelain discover an army massing, the army of Fendra Jolain, Goddess of Healing. Weakened and battle weary, Keesee and her allies cannot withstand Fendra Jolain’s powerful army of men and beasts arrayed against them.
One hope of survival remains: Retrieve the Blood Sword from the immortal Colonel of the West and bring its sinister strength to the battlefield.
To accomplish this end, Flank Hawk accompanies Grand Wizard Seelain as she leads a mission across land and sea. Together they find new allies while confronting new foes, learning that the war ravaging Keesee is part of a larger struggle whose roots stretch back to the First Civilization’s Fall.
If the Blood Sword can be obtained, it must be done quickly. Every day means more death for the defenders of Keesee. Every day is one day closer to utter defeat. Even if Flank Hawk c
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / General“They’re coming,” I said and handed the spyglass to Grand Wizard Seelain. Many officers and military tacticians had scoffed at Prince Reveron’s prediction. They said it would be a waste of military assets to watch the passages through the Pyrenees Mountains. That was why Grand Wizard Seelain had volunteered, and brought me along.
Wizard Seelain crept to the outer line of stunted fir trees that hid us from the enemy below. She raised the brass telescopic device to her right eye and focused on the valley’s narrow mouth. “Prince Reveron was indeed correct. They are coming.”
We huddled in the secluded observation point a short distance from our camp. It was late afternoon, and the mountains would soon block the sun’s light.
They’ll pass through to make camp further up the valley,” I said, “where it broadens near the spring.”
Grand Wizard Seelain returned the spyglass. “I agree, Flank Hawk.” She opened her satchel and pulled out a small, leather-bound book and pencil. “We will depart soon after the sun sets. Until then, let us identify and count the forces which Fendra Jolain sends against us.” Wizard Seelain didn’t bother to conceal her hatred for the Goddess of Healing as she uttered the name.
The grand wizard wore a buckskin jacket and breeches over a sky-blue cotton blouse. Her white, almost translucent, hair hung in two long braids. I wasn’t sure of her exact age, but she was at least thirty summers. And in our travels I’d discovered a few things about her many didn’t know, like the surges of magic that coursed along her body when she got angry. As the assigned personal guard of the fiancé to Prince Reveron, I’d felt the prickling elemental energy more than once.
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