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Category:
Fantasy
Publisher: Noble Blood Books
ISBN-10: 1945407085
Type: Fiction
Pages: 180
Copyright: Aug 24, 2018
ISBN-13: 9781945407086
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
3rd and Final installment to the Noble of Blood Trilogy.
In the conclusion to the Noble of Blood Trilogy, the Nobles find themselves in the middle of a quickly escalating war and move to action against the oncoming goblin armies. Separated across the lands, the Nobles each work on their piece of the war-plan as the goblin threat grows larger by the day.
Mortul rushes to the defense of his town and Palace, while his son and fellow warlocks act on plans to help them increase the size of the Noble armies.
At the Noble Palace, Friesa wakes from her slumber with Tynen to discover she’s now more than just a blacksmith. And just in time for the goblin assault on the town.
Nikka continues to grow into her powers, discovering more and more each day what she is capable of. Just when the strength of the goblin armies look to overwhelm them, she devises a plan to take their fight to the heart of the Enemy; the ancient wyvern who leads the goblin armies in effort to finish the war that had begun 1100 years earlier.
Excerpt
PROLOGUE
The heat was intense. The air around her felt thick, even though the fire evaporated the oxygen and her breathing came in short gasps. Flames rolled around and away from her in waves, white-hot close to her body, and turning yellow then orange the further out they went, the reaching tips bright red as the blood spilled across the dried and cracked earth. The ground was stained, coated thickly with layers of life's blood from humans and goblins both.
Hudreia hummed a tuneless melody, slightly off-key and cracking here and there as her breaths pulled less and less air. Her throat was dry, her mouth was parched, and her skin felt blistered. All the sweat immediately dried out against the flames. But still she hummed. Once every couple of moments a word or two would escape her cracked lips. As her voice fell quiet, so too did the flames. Her knees hit the brittle earth, her hands slapping down in front of her in an effort to keep herself from falling flat onto the ground covered in the blood of her enemies, and the blood of her friends.
“Hudreia,” Yosan was running towards her, water skin in one hand, wooden cup filled with blood in the other. “Hudreia, you are going to kill yourself expending your magic as you did. Your body cannot deplete energy and fight off the heat at the same time for so long!”
He dropped down on his knees next to her, handing her the water skin first.
“Thank you,” she whispered dryly, then drank half of the water skin straight off.
Yosan grunted as he traded the water skin for the wooden cup. “Drink this slowly now. No need to shock your system.”
Hudreia willed herself to slow down, merely sipping the fresh blood against her urge to down it all in one gulp. She gasped as Yosan tipped the water skin upside down and poured the water over her shoulders, soaking her tunic.
“You are bright red. Your cheeks resemble a tomato.” His attempt at humor fell flat. They were both well aware they were kneeling upon ground more red than she was, made redder by the flames that had dried the earth.
“I will heal, as soon as I rest,” Hudreia said, not putting any effort into getting up. The drained cup in her hands now rested on the ground between her knees, her grip lax. Her head rolled back, and she closed her eyes. Breathing slowly as she felt the blood course through her body, seeking to replenish what she had spent. The blood was only a temporary fix, though. She desperately needed sleep.
She felt her knees leave the ground as she was raised into the air. Rolling her head into Yosan's shoulder, she gripped the cup to her abdomen in a feeble attempt to stay attached to something, to keep herself awake just a few moments longer.
“Is it over now, Yosan?” she asked her fellow Warlock, as her eyes drifted closed.
“Now that you've burnt everything in and around the tunnels into the mountain, Mortul will collapse them and finish the job. Nothing can survive all of that.”
If Yosan said anything after that, she did not hear him. Hudreia was fast asleep before they even left the bloody, burnt field.
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