This book looked interesting and the way it read was certainly a different way all together that made me smile. The way the story was portrayed was certainly different. But in the end it was a very bland and predictable story, especially since in the beginning you are told right away that everyon...
I was the first child born to a hunted people, in the first winter of their flight. My earliest memory is of being carried on my mother's hip across barren plains, with wild mountains all around, and of rough tents made of skins stretched across sticks planted in the dust, of hunger and thirst an...
Terrified, a young Navaron child watches helplessly from his hiding place as a young Shinili woman is brutally beaten and abused by a group of drunken Navaron men. Too frightened to answer her pleas for help, the child runs away, taking with him the sacred bone carving of the Shinili people. In d...
’Tis straight into the tale today, for this is the hardest part of it for me, and the sooner done, the better. On the way back to Doran I practised with my new bow: shot at a hare and hit a hill. The wind was stronger than I judged, and sent my arrow amiss. The road seemed longer, too, and it was...