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4afP A Joust Of Knights by Morgan Rice. >>> resourceone.info EPUB/MOBI/PDF/. In A JOUST OF KNIGHTS, Thorgrin and his brothers stick with Guwayne's path at sea, pursuing him to the Isle of sunshine. yet as they achieve the ravaged isle. “THE SORCERER'S RING has all the ingredients for an instant success: plots, counterplots, mystery, valiant knights, and blossoming relationships replete with.
Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Thorgrin stood at the bow of the sleek ship, gripping the rail, his hair pushed back by the wind, and he stared into the horizon with a deepening sense of foreboding.
Yet still, he willed it to be so. After all this time, he finally felt with certainty that Guwayne lay just ahead, just past the horizon, on the Isle of Light.
And with equal certainty, he sensed that Guwayne was in danger. Thor did not understand how it could be so. Could it be that some realm existed, some dark force, some evil sorcerer, of which he knew nothing? Thor thought back to the day he had fled the Isle of Light in such a hurry, under the spell of his dream, so driven to leave the place at the crack of dawn.
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Looking back, Thor realized he had been deceived by some dark force trying to lure him away from his son. It was only thanks to Lycoples, who still circled his ship, screeching, disappearing on the horizon and coming back again, that he had turned back for the Isle, was finally heading in the right direction.
The signs, Thor realized, had been in front of his face the whole time. How had he ignored them? What dark force was leading him astray to begin with? He knew that more curses, more trials lay before him, and he felt certain this had been one of them.
What other tests, he wondered, lay before him? Would he ever get his son back?
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Thor smiled down at her and laid a hand on her head, reassured by her presence as always. He had come to love Angel as he would a daughter, the daughter he never had. He took reassurance in her presence. Thor smiled, amused, as she raised the bow to her chest, shakily placed a small wooden arrow on it, and began to pull back the string. She released the bow, and her small wooden arrow went flying, shakily, overboard and out into the ocean. Thor stood there, looking down into the foaming waters of the sea, and was not so sure.
But he smiled all the same. Thor heard a distant screech, and he was suddenly on alert again. His entire body froze as he grabbed the hilt of his sword and looked out over the water, studying the horizon.
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As more clouds cleared, Thor could see that they arose from a distant isle—not just any isle, but an island with steep cliffs, rising right up to the sky, a broad plateau at its top.
An isle he could mistake for no other. Thor felt a pain in his chest as he saw a sky black with evil creatures, resembling gargoyles, circling what remained of the isle, like vultures, their screeches filling the air. There was an army of them, and below them, the entire isle was up in flames.
Not a corner of it was left unscathed. It was the most helpless feeling of his life. But there was nothing more he could do.
He watched the flames, the smoke, the monsters departing, heard Lycoples screeching above, and he knew it was too late. Nothing could have survived.
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Anything left on the isle—Ragon, Guwayne, anything at all—would surely, without a doubt, be dead. The castle was abandoned, unfurnished, all its belongings stripped away; its windows were gone, the beautiful stained glass that had once adorned them lost, leaving nothing but cutouts in the stone, the sunset light streaming in.
Gwen looked out and saw the landscape of the Ring, a place she had once known and loved with all her heart, now barren, twisted, grotesque. As if nothing good were left alive in the world. Gwendolyn turned and was shocked to find her mother standing there, looking back, her face drawn and sickly, hardly the mother she once knew and remembered.
It was the mother she remembered from her deathbed, the mother who looked as if she had been aged too much for one lifetime.
Gwen felt a lump in her throat and she realized, despite all that had gone about between them, how much she missed her. She did not know if it was her she missed, or just seeing her family, something familiar, the Ring.
What she would give to be home again, to be back in the familiar. Gwen reached out for her, and as she did, she suddenly found herself somewhere else, standing on an island, at the edge of a cliff, the island charred, having just been burned to ashes.
The heavy smell of smoke and sulfur hung in the air, burned her nostrils. She faced the isle, and as the waves of ashes dissipated in the wind, she looked out and saw a bassinet made of gold, charred, the only object in this landscape of embers and ash.
A part of her was elated to reach in and hold him, to clutch him at her chest and never let him go again. But another part dreaded he might not be there—or worse, that he could be dead. Gwen rushed forward and leaned down and looked in the bassinet, and her heart dropped to see it was empty. Gwen heard a screech, high up in the air, matching hers, and she looked up and saw an army of black creatures, resembling gargoyles, flying away.
Her heart stopped as she saw, in the talons of the last one, a baby, dangling, crying. He was being carried away into skies of gloom, hoisted by an army of darkness. Gwen woke screaming. She sat up in bed, looking everywhere for Guwayne, reaching out to save him, to clutch him to her chest. Gwendolyn sat in bed, breathing hard, trying to figure out where she was.
The dim light of dawn spread through the windows, and it took her several moments to realize where she was: Gwen felt something on her palm and she looked down to see Krohn licking her hand, then resting his head on her lap. She stroked his head as she sat on the edge of the bed, breathing hard, slowly orienting herself, the weight of her dream upon her.
Guwayne, she thought. The dream had felt so real.
It was more, she knew, than a dream—it had been a vision. Guwayne, wherever he was, was in trouble. He was being abducted by some dark force. She could feel it. Gwendolyn stood, agitated. More than ever, she felt an urgency to find her son, to find her husband. She wanted more than anything to see and to hold him. But she knew it was not meant to be. Wiping away tears, Gwen wrapped her silk gown about herself, quickly crossed the room, the cobblestone smooth and cold on her bare feet, and lingered by the tall arched window.
She pushed back the stained glass pane, and as she did, it let in the muted light of dawn, the first sun rising, flooding the countryside in scarlet.
It was breathtaking. Gwen looked out, taking in the Ridge, the immaculate capital city and the endless countryside all around it, rolling hills and lush vineyards, the most abundance she had ever seen in one place. Beyond that, the sparkling blue of the lake lit up the morning—and beyond that, the peaks of the Ridge, shaped in a perfect circle, encircled the place, shrouded in mist. It seemed like a place to which there could come no harm. Gwen thought of Thorgrin, of Guwayne, somewhere beyond those peaks.
Where were they? Would she ever see them again? Gwen went to the cistern, splashed water on her face, and dressed herself quickly.
She knew she would not find Thorgrin and Guwayne by sitting here in this room, and she felt more than ever that she needed to. If anyone could help her, perhaps it was the King. He must have some way. Gwen recalled her conversation with him, as they had walked the peaks of the Ridge and watched Kendrick depart, recalled the secrets he had revealed to her.
His dying. The Ridge dying. There was more, too, more secrets he was going to reveal—but they had gotten interrupted. What was the favor?
What could he possibly want of her? The King had asked for her to meet him in his throne room when the sun broke, and Gwen now hurried to get dressed, knowing she was already late. Her dreams had left her groggy. As she rushed across the room, Gwendolyn felt a hunger pain, the starvation from the Great Waste still taking its toll, and she glanced over at the table of delicacies laid out for her—breads, fruits, cheeses, puddings—and she quickly grabbed some, eating as she went. She grabbed more than she needed, and as she went, she reached down and fed half of what she had to Krohn, who whined by her side, snatching it from her palm, eager to catch up.
Guards snapped to attention as Gwen exited the chamber, pushing open the heavy oak door. She strode past them, down the dimly lit stone corridors of the castle, torches still burning from the night. She hurried down another hall, and was about to pass through an arched opening in the stone when she sensed motion out of the corner of her eye.
She flinched, surprised to see a person standing in the shadows. Gwendolyn blinked, taken aback, and it took her moment to remember who he was.
She had been introduced to so many people these last few days, it had all become quite a blur. But this was one face she could not forget. He wore a smug look, and he reeked of arrogance and self-importance.
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Mardig is my name. It is just my lot in life to be born a twin, one I could not control. Gwen did not like being in his presence, still smarting from his treatment the night before, and she felt Krohn tense up at her side, the hairs on his neck rising as he rubbed up against her leg. She felt impatient to know what he wanted. Gwendolyn found herself involuntarily taking a step back, not liking the feel of his presence, as Krohn began to snarl.
He stared at her, his eyes locking on hers, as if summing her up. I am married, and the love of my life will soon return to my side. Or so far lost to you, he will never return. And certainly not you. You are in a foreign kingdom, at the mercy of a foreign host.
It would best be wise for you to oblige your captors. After all, without our hospitality, you will be cast into the waste. And there are a great many unfortunate circumstances which can accidentally befall a guest—even with the most well-intentioned of hosts.
I can leave here right now if I choose. Krohn snarled viciously, and Gwen could feel him ready to pounce. And then, as she glared back at Mardig, she had a sudden insight. Why is it that you are the only one who remains behind? Is it fear that drives you? I myself cannot be used so easily. Describe your issue Have a question not already answered in the links at left or on our main FAQ page?
Ask it above. It will keep you entertained for hours, and will satisfy all ages. Recommended for the permanent library of all fantasy readers. But as they reach the ravaged isle and the dying Ragon, all may be just too late. Darius finds himself brought to the Empire capital, and to the greatest arena of them all. He is trained by a mysterious man who is determined to forge him into a warrior, and to help him survive the impossible.
But the capital arena is unlike anything Darius has seen, and its formidable foes may be too intense for even he to conquer. Gwendolyn is pulled into the heart of the family dynamics of the royal court of the Ridge, as the King and Queen beg her for a favor. On a quest to unearth secrets that can change the very future of the Ridge and save Thorgrin and Guwayne, Gwen is shocked by what she discovers as she digs too deep.
And Volusia herself learns what it means to rule the Empire, as she finds her precarious capital embattled from all sides. With its sophisticated world-building and characterization, A JOUST OF KNIGHTS is an epic tale of friends and lovers, of rivals and suitors, of knights and dragons, of intrigues and political machinations, of coming of age, of broken hearts, of deception, ambition and betrayal.
It is a tale of honor and courage, of fate and destiny, of sorcery. It is a fantasy that brings us into a world we will never forget, and which will appeal to all ages and genders. Only the beginning of what promises to be an epic young adult series. Rice's writing is solid and the premise intriguing.Droga Jezusa: Gwen rushed forward and leaned down and looked in the bassinet, and her heart dropped to see it was empty.
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