Magic comes at a price
The fighting for the island of Shakopee has ended. Now comes the battle for the hearts and minds of the citizens of Perdition. As the eldest daughter, Hope was never in line for a leadership position within her father’s citadel. He would rather have his insane son rule over a competent woman. This would not stand for Hope. She would do anything and sacrifice anyone to gain that which she desired most, power and the right to rule Perdition as Queen.
The conflict between Zar and Perdition is settled, but attacks continue against Perdition’s neighbor to the south. Everyone assumes the pirates that ply the waters are upset over Zar’s policies and will do anything to stop the Mayor. From this chaos, there is profit to make and influence to trade. Hope looks for any chance to better her position. The city-states work hard to bring stability to their islands as outside forces work to undermine the status quo. Who is attacking from the south? What drives the rain and the southern wind? Is magic and the old ones making a comeback on the surface of the islands? All these questions - and more - will answer themselves as we delve deeper into the dark fantasy world of The Fractured Lands, and as we’re drawn towards the thrilling conclusion of this stunning work of immersive fiction.
Power is seized by the bold. No one’s life is safe when raw ambition motivates a leader. In the islands of Fractured Lands dark forces draw ready for battle. The end is near, yet few sees it coming. Only those able to adapt quickly will survive the coming storm. In Fractured Loyalties, author Greg Alldredge takes us into a bold new heart of dark fantasy and leaves us shaken, thrilled, and eager for more. For fans of Game of Thrones, this third book in an epic fantasy series is guaranteed to get the mind racing and the heart pumping and is sure to grip readers from the first fantastical page to the last.
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Dark FantasyI have over 30 books published in several SF/F sub-genres; I would like to increase my international readership.
Rachel glanced over her shoulder and gave Lane a wink and a nod he never saw. For the strangest reason he’d hidden his eyes and lowered his face into his hand. She expected a nice friendly bar fight from the teamster she picked out, but she got much worse.
She turned her head, expecting to find one man standing to face her but found three. “Oops.” She looked at the barkeeper, expecting to be rescued, and found no help there either. She turned to face the man she insulted. “Look, that—” but she never finished.
The insulted man’s right hook caught her unawares square in the jaw. Two of her front teeth went flying across the room. Her lips instantly swelled under the punch. Knocked to the floor, she held up a hand to stop the attack. The teamster threw a chair out of the way, charging at her on the floor.
She didn’t waste time trying to talk her way out of the fight now, she knew it was on. Once the attacker came within range, she kicked with all her might and found the inside of his knee. She heard a satisfying crunch when the knee bent at an impossible angle.
Before reveling at her small success, the other two grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to her feet. She quickly looked over at Lane and found him drinking ale, watching the combat develop. Peeved, she grunted, stepped back, and pulled the two men together in front of her. They crashed together, heads connecting in the collision. They dropped their grips, surprised by her quick moves. Rachel spit the blood from her mouth. She never expected this type of fight in the little tavern by the cliff, but she needed to end it now before anyone else got hurt, namely herself.
The first man rolled on the floor, screaming, his knee held in both hands. “Kill her!”
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