By Chris Evans
Bones jutted from the sand at angles—not peculiar angles, notwithstanding, for that will recommend that there have been methods bones may well protrude that made sense—and the eyes of these nonetheless dwelling stared and observed not anything. Amidst a scene of carnage on a wasteland battlefield covered in steel snow, significant Konowa speedy Dragon sees his destiny, and it's one soaking wet in shadow and blood. by no means brain that he has received a grand victory for the Calahrian Empire. He got here the following looking for his misplaced regiment of elves, whereas the Imperial Prince got here searching for the treasures of a magical library, and either ventures have failed. yet Konowa is familiar with, as do the Iron Elves—both residing and dead—that one other, way more very important conflict now looms earlier than them. The crusade within the barren region used to be purely the most recent challenge at the twisted, darkening course major inexorably to the Hyntaland, and the ultimate war of words with the feared 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 possibility. an unlimited, black wooded area reveals a brand new resource of darkish strength, spawning creatures much more immense than the blood timber from which they evolve. The maniacally risky former emissary of the Shadow Monarch hungers for revenge, best 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 global and that of the loyalty of the colors of the lifeless. 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 forged his lifestyles in darkness. For even though his lengthy, violent trek may perhaps certainly lead him to his future, he's sick 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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He knew that with all eyes on him, he had to keep his composure. He was an officer in the Calahrian Army, and standing before him was a private in his regiment. If they were buried in snow a mile deep, he would wait for Renwar to salute. Private Alwyn Renwar continued to stand and stare. His gray eyes appeared depthless and cast his face in a deathly pallor, but the power that resided behind them was unmistakable. Konowa would have shivered if his body had been any warmer. Somewhere behind Konowa, a ramrod began to slide out of its brass rings.
These new sarka har felt the hatred burning deep inside them, and while they little understood it, they were driven by it all the same. And unlike the sarka har who had not transformed, these trees could do more than lie in wait. They could move, and they could hunt. Their leaves tasted elf in the air. They weren’t far. Without knowing its name, its history, or even what it was, the transformed sarka har began to close in on a single point in the Hasshugeb Expanse. Suhundam’s Hill. To march is to grind the body slowly with a torturer’s attention to detail.
Smart rat. ” At this, the soldier brightened. “Chockablock full there, Major. These heathen warriors use a ball just a smidge smaller than ours. They might rattle a bit coming out the barrel, but we’ve been grabbing up as much as we can carry. ” Cartridges weren’t the only thing the Iron Elves were stripping from the dead Hasshugeb warriors littering the sand around them. In addition to jewels and coins quietly pocketed, belts, robes, daggers, and goat-hide water skins were quickly becoming part of the regiment’s dress.
Ashes of a Black Frost: Book Three of The Iron Elves by Chris Evans