Farthest Reach: The Last Mythal, Book II
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The second in a trilogy of novels from New York Times best-selling author Richard Baker.
Farthest Reach is the second novel in a trilogy chronicling the tempestuous return of an isolated society of elves to the mainland of the Forgotten Realms world. The events in this trilogy will have a far-reaching impact across the entire setting.
AUTHOR BIO: RICHARD BAKER works as a game designer and Managing Developer for the roleplaying game line at Wizards of the Coast, Inc. A New York Times bestselling author with Condemnation, his additional Forgotten Realms novels include The City of Ravens.
forest of Cormanthor …” Araevin left the House of Cedars in the morning after his conversation with the Nightstar. He followed rarely traveled paths into the wild pine forests and hills overlooking the sea, drinking deeply of the scent of the trees and the cool spring rain. Early in the afternoon he reached a worn old portal glade, a small clearing around a weathered stone marker that had stood in that spot for thousands of years. Most of Evermeet’s portals were closed forever, deliberately
the cool waters of Lake Sember glinting through the trees a short distance below. The wind sighed in the treetops, and the forest creaked, rustled, and breathed around Fflar, warm and alive with the summer. Insects buzzed and chirped in the noontime sun, and lances of golden daylight splashed the forest floor through hidden gaps in the canopy overhead. At his feet a smooth stone marker showed the place where Sorenna’s spirit had been burned free of its mortal frame, five hundred years ago. She
around him, backs to the wind, holding cloaks close around their throats as the garments flapped and fluttered. Narrow window slits looked out over a scene of magnificent desolation, a cloud-wracked sea of black peaks and deep valleys. The chamber—and presumably, whatever structure it was a part of—actually stood well above the cloud layer. Sunlight streamed into the room, painfully bright. About the same time of day as before, Araevin noted. We haven’t moved terribly far to the east or the
The ice devil stalked closer and rammed the point of its black spear through the trees, missing Maresa by a hand’s breadth. Araevin blasted that devil with his wand, staggering it for a moment, then he risked a quick glance back at Ilsevele. He found her fumbling to pick up her bow again with frozen hands. Starbrow knelt by her, trying to help. “I can’t shoot!” she said. The first devil regained its feet and charged at Filsaelene, who finally managed to pull her feet free of the ice. She
the fiends out of Myth Drannor, and Archendale is content to let the rest of the southern Dales hang.” She shook her head. “I’d never realized the extent to which the great powers bordering the Dalelands kept each other in check, but with Cormyr so weak now, the old balance of power is gone. The Dales Compact is dead as the stone it’s carved on.” Starbrow studied Seiveril, his strong arms folded across his chest. “Like it or not, Seiveril, we are going to have to bring these human armies to