Scar Felice (The Fourth Age Of Shanakan Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Ekloi By the time she reached the castle gates Felice was in two minds. There was just the faintest chance that the man was not mad, and some real danger might be present. If the Ekloi, whoever or whatever it was, could wield magic, then there was nobody here that could oppose it but the Faer Karani, Borbonil, and she was not inclined to go running to the creature with such a tale. She made her way up to the battlements and spent an hour in troubled thought, looking out over the land that stretched away to the south, and at the mountains to the west. They were still lightly decorated with snow even though summer was well on its way in. It was only after an hour that the idea came to her. She lifted Pathfinder out of its sheath and laid it on her hand, looking around carefully to be sure that there was nobody close by. Assured that she was alone, she spoke to her knife. “I do not know if you can help me,” she said.
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