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SummaryStatsGenre: YA (16+ years) high fantasy
Series length: Three books, plus companion four-book series (Dragons of Starlight) Violence: Moderate fantasy violence Magic/Supernatural: Moderate supernatural Romance: Moderate Christian/spiritual element: Overt allegorical elements Recommendation: Excellent for those 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. |
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Never make a women bleed, my son. Adrian stood at his corner of the tourney ring, tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword as he listed to silent echoes of his father's words. If you draw your sword against those you were born to protect, the very ones who trust in your strength, how will you convince them that you are a shield when the dragons come to take them away? |
Masters & Slayers (Tales of Starlight, Book 1)
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Darkness is a robe that cloaks an eerie choir, and sleepless is the protector of the innocent. Adrian sat against a wide cypress trunk, listening to the swamp's chorus--the clacking of branches tossed by a wet breeze, the trilling of crickets nestled under rotting logs, and the stirring of marsh water that veiled serpents and other nocturnal predators, restless at the presence of a human intruder. As a faint splash sounded, he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, his usual response. No matter how many times he reminded himself that countless frogs and bugs hopped from place to place, the slightest noise raised a reflexive twitch, an instinctive call to protect the girls in his care. |
Third Starlighter (Tales of Starlight, Book 2)
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Does a corpse care how loving hands lay her in the ground's embrace? Adrian smoothed out the dirt over Regina's shallow grave. With no tombstone available in this uninhabited land between the southern dragon kingdom and the Northlands, no one would ever guess that the body of a petite Starlighter rested here. Only thousands of surrounding flowers would pay homage to the little blind girl, nodding their heads as the breeze whispered about her courageous acts, her indomitable spirit, and her sacrifical love. Shellinda and Wallace knelt at the opposite side of the grave, both with tears tracking down their dirty faces and grass staining trousers. Their rolled-up sleeves reveal grime covering their arms as well, interrupted in spots by a rash--the telltale sign of the fatal disease plaguing nearly all of Starlight. |
Exodus Rising (Tales of Starlight, Book 3)
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