Fire in the Blood (Forgotten Realms)
Erin M. Evans
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SCRIBE- award-winning author, Erin M. Evans, continues the riveting tale of her Sundering character, Farideh, as she becomes embroiled in a Forgotten Realms-flavored game of thrones.
In a direct follow-up to the third book in the Sundering series, The Adversary, young warlock Farideh falls into the midst of a battle for the throne of Cormyr. As the war brought on by the Sundering rages across Faerûn, princes and princesses, wizards and rogues scheme to capture the seat of power of the Land of the Purple Dragon—with Farideh and her allies caught squarely in the middle.
Because you wouldn’t, she thought. “If it comes up,” she said to Dumuzi. The dragonborn’s nostrils flared in a skeptical way. Farideh found herself studying him, looking for traces of Mehen. Dumuzi stared back, his tongue fluttering behind the gap of his teeth. “Are you my brother?” When he didn’t answer, she reluctantly amended, “Are you Mehen’s son?” “No.” Dumuzi poked the eggs on his plate. “He and my father were clan-mates. I’m kosjmyrni.” Farideh shook her head. “I don’t know what that
Raedra held still as stone, eyes on her grandfather’s bloodless face, feeling as though it were all happening to someone else, someone she was watching from a distance. She wished it would slow down. “You will have the war wizards’ support,” Ganrahast said. “As well as mine.” “You have my house’s support, Your Highness,” Lord Truesilver said. “The Crownsilvers stand in favor,” Helindra said, ignoring the look Pheonard shot Erzoured. Raedra turned to the baron, and her cousin smiled politely.
nothing extraordinary to it. Dahl continued down the hallway. “Stairs,” he said. They wound around and down into the earth, to another row of doors that bent around beneath the upper hallway. Farideh tried not to think too much about all the stone and dirt above them. “Why would you crawl down into a cave to take a lover?” she whispered. “The rooms are warded,” Dahl said. “You come here for privacy.” Which was likely why Brin and Havi had come, Farideh realized. “Did you know Havi and Brin
as that scared her and as much as it should have terrified her even more. “Have you thought about what your mother would do if she met me?” “Truly? I think she’d be polite and make you some tea—probably ask if they have tea where you’re from—ask too many questions and worry about what the neighbors said or didn’t say to you. My granny’s the one you ought to worry about.” He looked over at her. “I’m not going to tell you that she’s worldly enough to never bat an eyelash at her son bringing home a
might have wanted to flee, but it knew its duty and galloped toward the wyvern. A well-timed hail of arrows, a thoughtful blast of icy energy—the wyvern’s attention was drawn away as Irvel’s lance forced through the phantasm, and into the beast’s true hide. The wyvern screamed, thrashed away, trying to bite the broken lance free. Irvel wheeled the horse away, checking the progress of the Shadovar army—closer, ever closer. Irvel dismounted, pulled Orbyn free of its scabbard. Sunlight breaking