Elven Queen by Bernhard Hennen,Edwin Miles (The Saga of the Elven #3)
English | 2019 | Sci / Fi | ePUB | 908 Kb
Elven Queen :The battle for sovereignty over the realms reaches a devastating turning point as the international bestselling fantasy series continues.
All that stands between the advancing army of trolls and the endangered fortress of Phylangan is a coalition force led by Alfadas, human hero and protector. He’s amassed his own legion of swordsmen, elves, and ragtag thieves to stave off the enemy. And the next move they make could be the most dangerous one of all.
Those Alfadas has left behind are more vulnerable than ever—including his star-crossed elven love; their newborn child; and Queen Emerelle herself, who remains comatose and is powerless to safeguard her compromised kingdom.
But as Alfadas risks all in the violent campaign of the realms, the fate of Phylangan trembles ever more as the enemy advances. However tenuous Alfadas’s victory is, what he fears most is what will be left of the homeland he abandoned…
“What bothered Alfadas most was the expression on the man’s face. The smith had not fallen. He had jumped. And he had looked happy.
The duke peered forward. Another hour, perhaps a little more, and they would have the cliff behind them. Whatever delirium had seized the smith, he hoped it would not infect any more of his men.
Alfadas had underestimated. It took them more than two hours to reach the broad, snow-covered plain at the top of the cliff. While he was organizing the men into groups as they left the cliff path, Ollowain and Count Fenryl came to him. In their white garments, the two elves almost blended into the snowy background of the plain.
Fenryl had warm pale-brown eyes. His full lips and wild curly hair made him look less indifferent or aloof than the rest of the elves did. He wore a plain but elegant white tunic and a silk cloak that billowed with the slightest breath of wind. Only on second glance did Alfadas notice the falconer’s glove on Fenryl’s left hand.
“It will be night soon, Duke,” the count began, dispensing with pleasantries. “I would suggest that we keep the army marching until dark to put some distance between us and the cliff. I’m worried.”
“Why?” Alfadas looked sharply at the count. Had the elf been keeping something from him?”