Loss of the Resolute: A Dark Fantasy
There are times in which nothing is certain, in which no man’s life or destiny can be taken for granted. There are lands where battles still scar the earth, and in which rival kingdoms never cease striving for dominance. In such times, and in such places, life is cheap, and death comes quickly. In such times and places, there are victors and victims… and nothing in between. In Loss of the Resolute, author Greg Alldredge takes us into a bold new heart of fantasy darkness, and leaves us shaken, thrilled, and eager for more. For fans of Game of Thrones, this prequel to an epic fantasy series is guaranteed to get the adrenaline pumping, and is sure to grip readers from the first fantastical page to the last.
As city states wage war upon each other in an endless battle for supremacy and dominance, and as pirates and slavers comb the seas seeking their victims and carving out their territory, danger in The Fractured Lands is as much of a fact of life as breathing, eating, or sleeping. We’re introduced to Kanika, who is engaged in a spiralling struggle to keep one step ahead of death - something which lurks behind every jagged hillside, behind every drystone wall, and beneath the surface of every expanse of water - as she tries to find her path in an uncaring world, already soaked in the blood of each dark age. When a mysterious man enters her life, a thousand questions rise up from the depths: who is he? How will he affect her path? Can he be trusted? Does she need a man in her life? All of these questions - and many more besides - will answer themselves as we wander through the dark fantasy of The Fractured Lands, and as we’re dragged towards the thrilling conclusion of this stunning work of immersive fiction.
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The Spy gazed through the window out over the indigo water and azure sky. In the east the twin moons of Major and Minor reflected peacefully across the crack. The dark obscured many things, including the tensions surrounding his world. The war hadn’t yet reached this far east. The crack, that space between the shards, filled with water, used by mariners to travel between the city-states.
He understood chances were small anyone would see him in the dark room. The only lights the twin moons and a small shuttered lantern in the adjacent room.
The city below shut in for the night, except for the docks, which never slept. Buildings carved from the black sandstone made up most of the shards’ civilization centers. They grew vertically from the water, and the docks that served the population with trade from the other city-states stretched out like tendrils into the water from the base. In the light of the moons he regarded the racks resting on the roofs, loaded with fish and other meats to dry. They reminded him of torture devices with victims strung up from the crossbar.
He basked in this small reprieve from the intrigue that made up his life. Any number of rivals or victims wanted him dead or, worse, caught. The man’s lair lay at the edge of the cliff, the wall of the island, giving him at least one escape from the city below. The mountains began less than a day’s comfortable ride—they quickly rose like jagged teeth out of the center of the island.
The pigs behind his little two-room shack made little noise. Like his neighbors, they’d gone to sleep shortly after the sun went down. Honest people slept when the sun went down. The Spy rarely slept at night.
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