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Summary Seven Elven lords and ladies, who were raised among humans for their protection, return home to reclaim their thrones from the foe who murdered their parents in this portal fantasy.
StatsGenre: Teen (13-16 years) high fantasy with threads of political intrigue and romance.
Series length: Three books, plus prequel trilogy (The Kinsman Chronicles) Violence: Moderate fantasy violence Magic/Supernatural: Light to moderate supernatural Romance: Minimal until the end of book 2; moderate after that. Christian/spiritual element: Overt allegorical elements Recommendation: Excellent for boys or girls who enjoy medieval fantasy and high adventure You might like this book if you liked... The Lord of the Rings, Eragon, or books by Chuck Black. To Purchase
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Concealed in a grove of alder trees, two cloaked figures waited; their whispered voices lost in the soft rustle of wind-stirred leaves. "Commander, I had forgotten how brilliant the moon is." "I know, Brynn," the burly warrior replied, absently rubbing a whitish furrow on his cheek, one of many scars on his face and neck. "Since we are allowed only rare views...I, too, drink it in." |
Curse of the Spider King
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From a rocky perch high on the Dark Veil in Allyra, a pair of narrow green eyes tracked the two lines of creatures racing ever closer. The eyes blinked with deliberate interest, pupils dilating to better ascertain what manner of prey drew near. The first group was far smaller than the second, and they stumbled along slowly. Wounded, perhaps. A shrill screech rang out, and a moment later the eyes were joined by another pair, and another, until the whole ridge of the mountain was aglow with bobbing eyes that flickered hungrily in the murky twilight....There would be no better time. The creature launched itself off the ledge and emitted a shrill screech. It spread its wings and was joined by a cloud of its own kind. The creatures began to spiral down, soundless on the still air. |
Vemon and Song
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Old Eleabor Thrain woke, spun out of his chair, and fell to his knees on the cold cottage floor. "Huh, what--?" His heart hammered against his ribs. he breathed in short gasps, and sent little vapor ghosts writhing into the air. He stared bug-eyed into every shadowy corner of the room and wondered frantically what exactly he'd heard. Being the only caretaker on duty at Innskell, the largest cemetery in Allyra, could make any Elf jumpy, but Eleabor was more steely than most. And he'd grown used to night noises that would make the younglings squirm: owls, wolves, screechers, wailing loons and such--nothing like those would startle Eleabor. This had been something different. |
The Tide of Unmaking
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