The Sapphire Crescent (Forgotten Realms: The Scions of Arrabar, Book 1)
Thomas M. Reid
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A mercenary order sworn to defend a god, but bent to the will of mortals.
When family turns on family, it's buisness as usual in Arrabar, but when a family turns on itself, an entire nation may be torn asunder.
family. They had come after his whole House, and he would not stop until he hunted them down and made them accountable. He would not stop. The fate of his family, and his city, falls into his hands. Is he ready? THE SCIONS of ARRABAR TRILOGY BOOK I THE SAPPHIRE CRESCENT BOOK II THE RUBY GUARDIAN BOOK III THE EMERALD SCEPTER Also by Thomas M. Reid R.A. SALVATORE’S WAR OF THE SPIDER QUEEN, BOOK II INSURRECTION GREYHAWK THE TEMPLE OF ELEMENTAL EVIL
rumbled by, those young men and women alternated between smiling and waving at the crowds and tossing fist-sized spheres of glass up into the air that were filled with cheap pretties—small imperfect gems, a few coppers or silver coins, and perhaps a necklace of beads or two. The spheres shattered whenever they struck anything, though they had been magically altered so that the fragments of glass became as soft as parchment afterward. The crowds who’d gathered along the parade route laughed and
blooming plants and shoved her way past tendrils of hanging vines, all of which soaked her billowy white shirt and gray trousers with moisture. She was thankful she was not wearing the breastplate then, for it would not only have been cumbersome for such light-footed work, it also would have made her even more miserably hot than she was at the moment. Even without it, she was soon gasping for breath, almost choking on the warm, cloying air. Finally, she broke clear of the dense undergrowth and
behave, I’ll dance with you later,” she told him. That brought a huge smile from the boy, who nodded and looked at his mother. “Can I eat, now?” he asked. Marga rolled her eyes and shooed him away with a, “Yes, but don’t get anything on your clothes.” Quindy was feeling the fabric of Emriana’s dress and said, “Can I wear this when I turn sixteen?” Emriana gave a mocking groan and grabbed her niece in a second hug. “Sweetheart,” the older girl said, “You’ll have your own dress that’s twice
Emriana’s knot. “I thought it would be better to get me completely free, first, so I could perhaps get away and get help if he came back before both of us were undone, but goodness gracious, you still act like the spoiled child sometimes.” As soon as Emriana was able, she jerked her arm free and reached up to tug the sour-tasting gag out of her mouth. “Hush,” was all she said as she took hold of the opal pendant Vambran had given her. Closing her eyes and concentrating, she envisioned her