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The Wizard of Lairne [The Isgor Chronicles] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Angeline Hawkes
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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: One man, faithful and honorable, is destined to be king, but first he must survive a fierce attack by marauding orcs. With a legacy borne of magic, Prince Caravas is so much more.
eBook Publisher: Echelon Press, Published: 2006, 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2006
This eBook is part of the following series:
4 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [44 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [62 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [18 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [242 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [19 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [62 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [91 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [100 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [69 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [16 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [20 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [53 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [31 KB]
Words: 6050
Reading time: 17-24 min.
All formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Smoke tendrils curled like the bare bones of a skeletal hand clawing across the ashen sky. The thatched roofs of the peasants' houses cracked and popped, fires engulfing all that the eye could see. Hogs shrieked and battered the rickety wood fences with their muck-covered bodies trying to escape the leaping flames. Chickens squawked and ran towards the forest in a burst of dirty feathers, away from the onslaught of the goblin army. Behind the chickens, the people fled. Shouts for loved ones unanswered. Shouts for mercy unheeded. Goblins on their great beasts beat down the slow, the infirm, the very young and butchered bodies fell beneath their massive swords and dripping battle-axes. Everywhere there was carnage. Everywhere there was death. When Prince Caravas and the army of Raganor rode over the grassy hill towards the burning village, they already knew what they had dreaded in their hearts. They were too late. The goblins had been too many and the fortress had been too far. By the time they arrived, only the dead remained. Caravas was a strapping boy of fifteen. Big for his age, and every bit the future king he was intended to be. He swung his leg from the stirrup and slid off his horse. Stepping over the slain, he surveyed the village and ordered the soldiers to search for survivors. There weren't going to be any. That was evident from the absolute devastation before them, but the search was the last shred of hope and for an army, hope was a necessary thing.
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