<p>The dead rarely remain buried…<br /><br />Why did Morgan let the elves lead her into such a dangerous place?</p>
<p>She knew little of the <em>Labyrinth</em>, except it was the breeding ground for the monsters that terrorized the surface.</p>
<p>With Necromancer’s ravaging her Empire, Morgan must seek out friends and allies at every turn, or at least that’s what her father’s ghost demanded.</p>
<p>Can Morgan escape the darkness alive? Will she ever regain the imperial throne?</p>
<p>Follow Morgan as the quest takes her company of adventurers into unearthed territory.</p>
<p>Read the second book in the <strong>Lilliehaven Series</strong> to learn her fate and that of the strange land Morgan calls home. The intrigue and suspense will pull you in as the <strong>adventure</strong> unfolds.</p>
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Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / EpicI have over 30 books published in several SF/F sub-genres; I would like to increase my international readership.
Gia called after Kai. “Don’t wander off alone.” The half-elf dragon hunter meant well enough.
Given the doctor apprentice’s foul mood… Kai only clenched his teeth.
“You should watch where you step, no telling what waits for a snack in the shadows.” The words of the wild elf Tito echoed down the tunnel behind Kai. The lilt in the elf’s voice gave everything he said an annoying cheerful ring to it.
A smart human should heed the guide’s words. Kai waved off the warnings with a half-hearted grunt before picking his way deeper into the inky black, away from the others and the safety perceived in numbers. For what he needed to do, privacy was called for. The path was easy, simple to find his way back. A small trickle of water flowed silently between the stones that littered the cave floor. If those two pointed-eared idiots can survive in the underearth, I think I should be king in a week or two. The false bravado did little to ease the tension.
At least a cheerful babbling brook would have provided some background noise to cover the constant sound of dripping water. The group had no fear of dying from thirst. They had been damp since leaving the surface. Compared to the deserts covering most of the land above, this area was a swamp. The young healer recognized the pain and burning of new rashes in places the rot should never reach.
A bath and change of clothes would go a long way to combat the new and evasive fungus attacking his body. His small collection of medicines did nothing to ease his agony.
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