The Monster War: A Tale Of The Kings' Blades - Plot & Excerpts
Wart said cheerfully. Emerald thought, And about time! Ironhall was a vague something to her left. The rain had almost stopped, but the wind still blew, and the night was far too dark for any sane person to be riding over rocky country like Starkmoor. Of course sanity was an illusive concept when applied to a not-quite-seventeen-year-old-male; and when that man had just become Sir Stalwart, member of the White Star, companion in the Loyal and Ancient Order of the King’s Blades, official hero, an expert swordsman who had recently won his first mortal duel and been sent on a vital state mission with almost unrestricted authority, sanity was about the last thing to expect. She was cold and battered and one big blister from ankles to hips. But if Master Smarty Warty had thought he could outride her, he now knew better. She had not screamed for mercy once and was not about to start now. “I smell magic!” “Right!” he said, sounding either surprised or admiring. “We’re passing the Forge.”
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