By Ben S Dobson
Forced from his domestic, Dennon is drawn again right into a global he desires not anything to do with. His study into the kingdom's misplaced past--the very study that despatched him into hiding--may carry the solutions to a good many questions about the rebels. questions about their shadowy explanations; approximately their mysterious skills; and approximately their ever-increasing numbers, always strengthened by means of these idea killed of their assaults. And simply the King's notorious warrior niece Bryndine Errynson and her corporation of woman squaddies belief him sufficient to aid him locate the reality prior to the rebels burn the Kingsland to the ground.
Following a path of ancient clues around the state and pursued via forces they do not totally comprehend, Dennon and Bryndine could be the realm's simply desire. yet so that it will guard the Kingsland's destiny, they have to first discover its lengthy forgotten past.
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