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Category:
Fantasy
Publisher: Xlibris
ISBN-10: 1413422578
Type: Fiction
Pages: 199
Copyright: 2003
ISBN-13: 9781413422573
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
When a band of Irish terrorists, a gang of Mexican outlaws, and the world of the Sidhe come together...well, it could only happen in the mystical world of the clan of Raven's Winter. Welcome back to the Celtic Twilight as the adventure continues.
When a group of Irish terrorists kidnap Joseph from the clan's retreat in Costa Rica and take him to an out of the way enclave for Mexican outlaws on the Baja peninsula, they find that their host has plans of his own, and that their captive is intertwined with an ancient group thought long lost to myth and legend. As members of Raven's Winter find their way through the powers within Tir Tairngire, the world of the faery kind, and grapple with ways to use it to help Joseph, the Irish terrorists plan their escape from their "host's" confines.
In a very unpredictable and dramatic conclusion, two worlds collide and some very unexpected truths are out...
Excerpt
Minnia slipped down from the back of the large dark war horse and walked slowly over to the spot where Nede's ashes had fallen. She bent down and started to pick up the sword.
"I think that ye should let that be," Bascatow said in a quiet tone from his place on Manannan's steed.
Minnia turned toward him, her face red with emotion. A mixture of sadness and rage welled within her young breast and she blurted out. "You stupid assholes and your damn magic. See what it has done, Bascatow Brighteye? Do you see what it has done?"
The two dragons simply sat in silence, their shining eyes closed and their snouts turned toward the ground. Small wisps of aromatic smoke seeped out of their nostrils as they took shallow breaths.
Minnia looked up at them. She strode over to Dred Colb and began pounding against his hard scales with her tiny fists. "You. You, who helped bring all this about. From the very start. See what the hell you've done?"
Neither serpent even acknowledged her presence. They continued to sit as still as two cast statues as the sun slipped past the midday and on into afternoon. The air became suddenly chill and a light breeze, wintry cold, arose from the forest in the direction that Nede's ashes had been blown.
"Minnia," Bascatow called to her over the rising wind, "get back up here. Now!"
At first she just stood, face into that icy blast, and stared into the depths of the forest beyond. Her cape flew out behind her, and the tunic whipped about her like some flailing beast. She felt something pass through her and she smiled.
Bascatow started to dismount. A dark swirling cloud roared out from amongst the towering trees and quickly engulfed the slight red haired girl. Bascatow leapt from the horse and tried to run to her, but the wind knocked him back and down onto his knees. He tried to call to her but he could not find his voice above the sound of that tempest. And still the dragons sat in silent contemplation...
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"He hath returned," Emily sat up, her eyes glazed over as if she were in a trance.
"Who hath...has?" Isabel asked, as much to Shareena as to Emily, who looked as if she did not hear anything in this world.
"The wise one," Emily said, turning those eerie blank eyes toward Isabel. They made Isabel shudder. "The old one. The guide that helped steal the Dark's thunder when it had robbed us of all hope."
"Whut are ya tulkin' about?" Sammy knelt down to face those unnerving green orbs.
"The old one," Emily smiled. "Merdwin..."
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