By Chris Evans
Bones jutted from the sand at angles—not atypical angles, although, for that might recommend that there have been methods bones might protrude that made sense—and the eyes of these nonetheless residing stared and observed not anything. Amidst a scene of carnage on a wilderness battlefield protected in metal snow, significant Konowa rapid Dragon sees his destiny, and it truly is one sopping wet in shadow and blood. by no means brain that he has gained a grand victory for the Calahrian Empire. He got here right here looking for his misplaced regiment of elves, whereas the Imperial Prince got here trying to find the treasures of a paranormal library, and either ventures have failed. yet Konowa is aware, as do the Iron Elves—both dwelling and dead—that one other, way more very important conflict now looms earlier than them. The crusade within the wilderness used to be purely the most recent drawback at the twisted, darkening course top inexorably to the Hyntaland, and the ultimate disagreement with the scary Shadow Monarch. during this 3rd novel of musket and magic in Chris Evans’s Iron Elves saga, Konowa’s final trip is fraught with escalating probability. an unlimited, black wooded area unearths a brand new resource of darkish energy, spawning creatures much more big than the blood bushes from which they evolve. The maniacally risky former emissary of the Shadow Monarch hungers for revenge, prime a military of starving beasts bent on totally destroying the Iron Elves. A reluctant hero, inner most Alwyn Renwar, struggles to take care of his connection to this international and that of the loyalty of the colors of the useless. And in a maze of underground tunnels, Visyna Tekoy, whom Konowa counts between these he has enjoyed and misplaced, fights for her existence opposed to the very elves he so desperately desires to locate. And so Konowa units off from this Canyon of Bones, pursuing his freedom from a curse that has solid his lifestyles in darkness. For although his lengthy, violent trek might certainly lead him to his future, he's ailing ready for the invention he'll make . . . with the destiny of the Iron Elves, and the area, hinging at the braveness of 1 wrathful elf.
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The Shadow Monarch’s blood trees drove their roots into the cold sand of the Hasshugeb Expanse and found little to feed on. They flung their branches in ever widening arcs trying to trap anything unlucky enough to stray near. Spawned by the Shadow Monarch’s frost-burnt Silver Wolf Oak, these twisted saplings craved the heavy, bitter ores found deep in the distant mountains of the Hyntaland. Here, however, in this wide-open plain of dunes and disintegrating rock, there was barely enough to keep them alive.
And that’s what we’re going to do. Our dead aren’t at rest, and Her sarka har and rakkes and every other abomination She can pull out of the depths haven’t gone away. ” Konowa caught motion out of the corner of his eye and turned. A small group of six soldiers accompanying Prince Tykkin and Viceroy Alstonfar were marching toward them from the direction of the library. The Prince led the way, though his gait suggested a man leaving the pub after a few stiff drinks. The group came to a stop right between Konowa and the Iron Elves on one side and Private Renwar and the shades of the dead on the other.
And the Blood Oath of the Iron Elves would be broken. He had no words for it, and doubted he could explain it even if he did. This went beyond anything he could say. All his life he’d known anger. It burned him, but he’d come to enjoy that pain. He was never more alive than when he was screaming at the top of his lungs and charging headlong at the enemy. Now . . now he saw the first steps on a new path, one that saw beyond the horizon of battle. He took in a few deep breaths, letting the laughter subside.
Ashes of a Black Frost: Book Three of The Iron Elves by Chris Evans