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SJ Hartland
Category:
Fantasy
Publisher: Dark Blade Publishing
Type: Fiction
Pages: 657
Copyright: Nov 22, 2018
ISBN-13: 9780648437208
Price: $2.89 (eBook)
His duty is to die young, but fate has something far more lethal in mind
If Kaell breaks, the kingdom breaks with him. And prophecy says the 19th Bladesman will break ...
The Bonded Warrior …
Kill. Die young. That’s what a swordsman bonded to the ancient gods does. Without expecting praise from the man who trained him to survive this centuries-old, malignant war against the inhuman followers of an invincible lord.
But Kaell wants more. More of Val Arques’ attention, his approval. Just more.
The fire dancer …
Ice lord, spy, Heath never loses a fire dance. Yet he longs to know that thrill of danger down his spine as he kills for his god, to fight a warrior who might, just might be better than him.
The broken …
Val Arques is a bladesman of formidable power entrusted not only with Kaell’s life but with the truth that will destroy him.
Banished to a grim outpost of this doomed kingdom of sorcery, poetry and treachery, he cannot afford to care about the young warrior. For love means loss.
And Val Arques has a shameful secret ...
A kingdom on the edge of chaos …
As a vengeful god escapes his ancient prison and Kaell is drawn into his web of deception, even Val Arques can’t protect him from the dark prophecy awaiting him.
Because you can’t flee fate unless you’re willing to do the unthinkable.
Duty and love collide in this powerful epic fantasy about shattering loss, betrayal and the price of power that will enthral fans of Game of Thrones, Blood Song and the Mistborn trilogy.
If you love dark plots, dark magic and characters with even darker secrets; pick up The 19th Bladesman, first in the sensational Shadow Sword series.
Excerpt
No one spoke. Then a ghoul snickered. A second joined in. Then another. Until ugly, mocking laughter rang through the hall. It rolled like a wave, then ebbed away. As if a storm approached, the air charged with excitement, a cruel, knife-thin expectation.
Stunned, Kaell struggled to understand. Then terror leapt at him like flames. “No, no, no!” Twisting, wrenching, he tore at the irons until blood streamed down his wrists and arms.
Air shifted heavy and grim. A scent swirled. It was tantalisingly gentle, only a thread of sand, heat and wild roses. Another’s breath flowed in and out, slower than his inflamed heart, hammering the silence with dread.
Fingers touched his cheek. Kaell choked on a scream.
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