The Giants Among Us (Forgotten Realms: The Twilight Giants, Book 2)
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The second title in a classic trilogy about the giants of the Forgotten Realms world.
Giants Among Us is the second novel in a trilogy that deals with the giants of
the Forgotten Realms setting. Giants are little written about, and this trilogy,
written by New York Times best-selling author Troy Denning ten years ago, was
the first to detail them. This reissue features new cover art.
AUTHOR BIO: TROY DENNING is the New York Times best-selling author of Waterdeep. He has written numerous other novels set in the Forgotten Realms world as well as the Prism Pentad, set in the Dark Sun® world of Athas. He is also the author of Star by Star, Tatoonine Ghost, and Recovery, all set in the Star Wars® universe.
leaving, the prince assured me they would have abandoned their attack,” the earl replied. “I would have cuffed him, had one of Tavis’s arrows not bounced off his armor at that very moment.” “How convenient for you,” Tavis remarked dryly. “Yes, quite,” the earl replied, apparently missing the sarcasm in the scout’s voice. “I’m sure he would have killed me on the spot. But, returning to Avner’s concerns about eluding the giants, it really is best to use the map room passage. You see, before he
wick was all but gone and the flame was sinking into the wax. Tavis tried not to think about how long it took a candle to burn and concentrated on whetting his sword. The blade was already as sharp as an owl’s talon, but the scout found himself scraping the stone along as though honing an unedged sword—and not because he was upset about his foes outside. Tavis knew from long experience it was best to remain patient and calm around giants, and he always did. But he had an aching knot where his
evidence to establish that Gilthwit and Twilight were one. Fortunately, Basil knew where to search. Stone giants were scrupulous historians, and the volume preceding the one on his floor was sure to reveal the identity of those who had poisoned Othea. If the runecaster could find some link between the prince’s name and the “faithless ones” imprisoned in the Twilight Vale, the link would be irrefutable. Basil grabbed his satchel and removed a runequill, then crawled to the door and laid his
buck as the injured giant stumbled away. Tavis came to his knees in time to glimpse his savior’s weapon sailing back toward its owner, then snatched one of his arrows off the ground. It was thicker than most, with red fletching, a stone tip, and runes carved along the shaft. The scout spun toward the gate, at the same time nocking the arrow in his great hickory bow, Bear Driller. The giant had already vanished into the foggy pasture. Tavis found himself looking at a huge sword, lodged in the
“Now I’ve told all I know. Call Halflook, like you promised.” “Call Halflook?” the chieftain roared. “After you let Tavis Burdun escape—for the second time?” The scout glanced over the log and saw Hagamil jerk Slagfid’s hand away from the wounded giant’s face. “You don’t deserve no shaman!” the chieftain growled. With that, Hagamil pinched the runearrow between his thumb and finger, then plucked it from the warrior’s eye. Although the shaft was little more than a sliver to a frost giant,