Obsidian Ridge (Forgotten Realms: The Citadels, Bk. 2)
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This time the castle is the monster!
Obsidian Ridge hasn't been seen in Faerun for hundreds of years. It's a legend, a fairy story--until it appears, silently and without warning over the kingdom of Erlkazar, blotting out the sun. Steered by the madness of a cunning wizard, the citadel and its vast array of shadowy monsters will destroy all of Erlkazar unless the wizard gets what he wants: the princess of Erlkazar as a bride. But he'll have to battle the king's personal assassin, a loyal courtier, a complicated killer, and the princess herself to bring his plan to bear.
Obsidian Ridge continues the Citadels series with another story that explores the darker side of that iconic fantasy structure, the castle. Each book in the Citadels series is a self-contained fantasy in the Forgotten Realms world and can be read in any order.
greasy hand. “I think you know my new son, Quinn.” Hearing his name, Quinn turned away from his new wife, to see the king giving him a rather forced smile. “Yes, of course I know your bodyguard,” said Lady Herrin. “Why you would let such a man marry your daughter—” The king’s smile turned genuine as he interrupted her. “Oh, Quinn is no longer my bodyguard. He’s now my minister of trade. You will be dealing with him directly if you have any concerns you wish to bring to the court.” He pointed
economics as you can understand those numbers.” The king reached for his sword, but his hand was stayed by that of Senator Divian. She smiled at him, and gently directed him toward his private reading room. “That is quite enough Lady Herrin,” she said to the merchant. “Your request has been heard, and the king will take it under advisement. You will be contacted if your advice is needed further.” “But what about—” Divian cut her off. “Good day, Lady Herrin.” The senator escorted the king out
obliged, slipping out of the tube and into the open chamber. The room was quite warm, and he could feel the vibrations chatter through his ribcage and shake his chest. It was a strange sensation, the beats of his heart moving at odds with the vibrations of the gemstones. Once he was out of the tube, Xeries’s assassins continued on, passing around the floating rubies and steering clear of the magical bolts of energy emanating from them. At the other side of the room, the creatures began to climb
and crouched near the ground at the base of the queen’s statue, touching the dried, brown grass. Brittle and stiff, it crumbled in his hand. He remembered taking walks here with his wife, when she was still alive. It had been the perfect place for a bit of privacy. The smell of the cherry blossoms made even the largest problems seem insignificant. All of that was gone now. Erlkazar was less than two decades old. He’d been its king for less than a year, and already it was on the brink of
daughter had failed him, had betrayed him. Now, it seemed, his one-time bodyguard was going to climb atop the memorial statue of the queen and mock Korox in his final moments. Spheres of orange and white light shot up into the air over the statue. Korox rubbed his eyes, not sure if what he just saw had actually happened. He looked again. Quinn was hunched over, his body twisted and bent. That wasn’t Quinn at all. It was Xeries. Spinning around, Korox put his fingers to his lips and let out a