Cry of the Ghost Wolf (Forgotten Realms: Chosen of Nendawen, Book 3)
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Hweilan went into the Feywild a girl focused on avenging her family's death, and emerged a brutal killer. Nendawen the Hunter has anointed her his Hand in destroying the demonic and undead forces of his nemesis--the murderer of her family--Jagen Ghen. But while she managed to survive long enough to become the Hand of the Hunter, the war with Jagen Ghen has just begun. And while she is hunting them--they are likewise hunting her. It will take every trick of the Fox, every drop of Lore, and every ounce of will she has to stand against Jagen Ghen, but Hweilan will have her chance to avenge her family--or die trying.
crawled all this way from … wherever this had been done to him. “Wh-what … what happened?” Rhan looked up at the warriors with such ferocity that the hobgoblins gasped and took a step back. “She’s back,” said Rhan through a clenched jaw. “She’s alive. Sound the horns!” CHAPTER FOURTEEN BUUREG HAD NOT JOINED IN THE CELEBRATIONS. Something about the day’s events had left him unsettled, so he walked throughout the fortress, speaking with warriors and slaves, listening to every rumor and
and leaking blood—beginning to tremble. She could no longer feel her fingers on that hand. She had to end this quickly, one way or the other. “Let me go,” said Maaqua, “and we can discuss this in a more courteous fashion.” Hweilan pressed the point of her whistle knife a bit harder, just enough to break the skin. “Talk now or you can explain it all in the Hells.” A bit of steel entered Maaqua’s tone. “You’ll be right there with me.” “Talk.” “I am Maaqua, queen of the Razor Heart and disciple
him isn’t the trouble. Getting to him … that is where you could be of help.” “What do you mean?” said Maaqua. “Send your warriors. But not to harry any baazuled in the mountains. Attack Highwatch with every warrior you can spare. It won’t be easy. In fact, it will be bloody and brutal. But if your people can keep enough of Jagun Ghen’s forces busy … perhaps I can get to him. And if I can get to him, I can end this.” None of the councilors balked. They had either seen the baazuled apparate on
said, “See the ravens? Something down there is dead. Or lots of somethings by the number of ravens.” Hweilan said, “Be ready.” “Ready for what?” said Jaden. “For whatever killed them,” said Hweilan. She strung her bow. The path ran through the gap and, one of the hobgoblins explained, went for another half mile until it ended at the Long Road, which they would have to take for a while before breaking off to another trail that led back into the heights behind Highwatch. After that, their
“Damn it, Brother! You love her!” “I thought I did,” said Darric, and he looked at Hweilan as he spoke. “You’re sure about this?” “I am,” said Hweilan. “Get gone.” Darric nodded and grabbed his pack. Valsun said, “My lord—” “Enough!” said Darric. Then softer, “Enough, my friend. We’re done here. Come.” He bent, picked up Valsun’s pack, and shoved it at him. Valsun took it, but his eyes were wide, stunned. Darric turned and stomped out of camp. “Valsun,” said Mandan. “You can’t let him do