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SummaryA priest novitiate is sold into slavery where he is forced to become a gladiator.
StatsGenre: Adult high fantasy
Series length: Four books Violence: Moderately high fantasy violence Magic/Supernatural: Moderately high, but clearly delineated Romance/Sex: Moderately high, including references to sex outside of marriage (and the repercussions thereof). Christian/spiritual element: Strong allegorical Recommendation: Excellent for fans of hardcore fantasy You might like this book if you liked... Brandon Sanderson or Lord of the Rings. |
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The Light of Eidon
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His senses keyed as tightly as if he'd just stepped back into a Esurhite arena, Abramm Kalladorne stood on Wanderer's quarterdeck with his two liegemen, nervously scanning the leaden waters of Kalladorne Bay. As the white cliffs guarding the bay's mouth slid silently astern, he wondered if the other men's stomachs had just done the same little twist his own had. Probably. |
The Shadow Within
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"Abramm Kalladorne will fall, Vesprit." The rhu'eman warhast Hazmul did not speak the thought aloud, but the breath of his host body fogged the window glass before him anyway, blurring his view of the snow-dusted Grand Fountain courtyard below. In the gray light of the foggy early-spring morning, a lengthening line of gleaming carriages queued up at Whitehill's front entrance to his left, preparing for the coronation procession. "If all goes as planned, that fall will begin today." He sipped from his porcelain teacup, then added, "All is going as planned, I trust?" |
Shadow Over Kiriath
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"I dream of the meadows, green-gold 'neath the sun, sweet with the dew of the morn..." The bell-toned voice drew Abramm Kalladorne into the sunlight of the open meadow, a yellow butterfly zigzagging ahead of him above a patch of purple lupine. He pressed through the bloom-laden stalks into rippling grass, following the plucked notes of a lirret and a voice as familiar as his own. She must be just beyond that primrose at the meadow's far edge. |
Return of the Guardian-King
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