Amarah by L. L. McNeil (World of Linaria Book 3)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 517 Kb
Amarah : ‘This treasure’ll make us richer than any Goldstone. All the sky pirates in Estoria, Val Sharis, heck, in all of Linaria would be on their way here if they knew where here was.’
With rampaging dragons and marauding Arillians dominating Linaria’s skies, Amarah’s quest for vengeance against the one who took everything from her seems almost impossible.
When a treasure hunt with a former ally leads to the discovery of a lost Varkain artefact, she’s plunged into the middle of an ancient war between Sevastos dragons, Varkain blood magic, and those who crave these powers for themselves.
Amarah wanted revenge. What she uncovers will change the face of Linaria forever.
“‘Cap’n! They’re flagging us down.’ Antar called from the ship’s wheel near the rear of the deck. ‘I’ll bring her in slowly.’
Traego nodded and clapped his hands. ‘Ya know the drill. Smiles everyone. We’re merchant traders, not cut-throat pirates.’
Amarah raised an eyebrow but said nothing as Antar twisted the wheel and pulled a lever to adjust the ship’s sails.
Traego’s pilot, a man in his late twenties, had the bold, reckless streak befitting an Estorian upbringing, yet, with his dark hair and skin, and occasionally serious attitude, Antar seemed to be Traego’s polar opposite.
He reminded Amarah of herself, when she’d first joined a sky pirate’s crew at fifteen years old.
Otella slowed and dropped in altitude, heading towards the large cabin built on the mountainside. Smoke rose slowly from the chimney, and a pair of small, sturdy mountain horses pawed at the ground in search of grazing. Covered in snow and made of weathered stone, the building looked as though it were as old as the mountains.
The two members of the Imperial Guard stood outside seemed half-frozen despite the thick furs lining their heads and chests, and from the scowls on their faces, were none-too-pleased to see a reconditioned warship float up.”