The Queen of Death: The Lost Mark, Book 3
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They’ve been hunted across the Mournland, captured in Karrnath, and attacked in a dragon’s mountain lair. One band of adventurers has had enough. Time to take the battle to the enemy. Time to fight back. One young woman will have to decide to give in or embrace her destiny as . . .
The Queen of Death.
leaped at the justicar. Long, spindly arms wrapped around Kandler’s legs and brought him to the plank. His fangsword spun out of his hands and landed on the ship’s deck. Chapter 7 Monja knew she was dead. She d stopped screaming after the first few seconds. When the shock of having an arrow stuck through her side wore off and the pain started in, she began to scream again. She’d tumbled forward off of Xalt’s shoulders, and now the constant spinning threatened to make her vomit. Despite the
at him again, striving to break down his irony resolve. This last time, though, they’d given up on him. The morning after the torturers left, the fort’s commander came to announce that his execution would be in three days’ time. "Why three days?” Duro asked. The commander looked down on him. "Think on your doom for three days. Perhaps it will loosen your tongue. If not, we will waste no more time with you.” The evening before he was to be executed for his crimes, Duro peered out one of the
course, but I’m biased.” His gaze shifted to where she and Xalt and Duro huddled together near the port rail. They had nothing on the ship to use for a cookfire, and Espre had wanted a hot meal. Xalt had managed to rig up a long wooden arm, which he’d stabbed through a hunk of beef they’d gotten from the dwarves in Gaptown. He stood now with his arm extended, holding the steak as close to the airship’s elemental ring of fire as he dared, and it had already started to brown. As Kandler watched,
beauty. The works of mankind have nothing to compare.” "Time to meditate upon the wonders of dwarf society is exactly what we don’t have.” "Krona Peak lies right along our path. If we proceed along the Ironroot Mountains here, we will practically pass over it.” Kandler gazed down at the dwarf for a moment. "If you want us to drop you off there—” Duro cut him off with a sharp snap of his head. "Not at all. I would only suggest—” "Why not?” said Burch. "Come with us, and the best you can hope
devoured the dragon then burned out forever.” "Can fire die?” "Just like putting out a candle. One moment it’s there, and the next it’s nothing but a memory.” "Do you want to die?” Espre’s breath caught in her chest. "Sometimes," she said. "Mostly not.” "Why?” "There's nothing simpler than being dead.” "I see.” The two stood there in silence for a moment. Te’oma and Monja tended the roasting tribex, and the smell of the cooking meat made Espre’s stomach rumble. It would be ready soon, and