Out of Context Snippets from War of the Nameless
I’ve decided to share a few bits and pieces of War of the Nameless, as it’s the last installment of The Relics of War trilogy and scheduled to release December 6. And really, December isn’t that far away…
This is one of my favorite passages. Sometimes it takes the threat of derailing the gods’ plans before they’ll listen to a mortal.
Minora leaned back slightly, the only indication she was stunned by his words. “Tell me, Ravin: What can you possibly do to alter your present course?”
He pounced upon her words as the opportunity he’d been seeking and grasped the talisman in his pocket. He drew upon its power, allowed the energy to cascade through him unchecked. He felt his essence begin to fracture and tear, the fibers of his being scorch and fray. He would allow the relic to consume his soul to prove his point, but he knew the gods would step in before death claimed him. They were desperate, they needed him, and they would set him free.
“Enough!” Minora shrieked, horrified. “You will ruin everything!”
I think this one speaks for itself.
For the first time in her life, Dranamir knelt before an entity of her own volition. He alone was deserving of her respect—there would never be another.
And there’s a rematch. I suspect some people have been waiting for this.
“I told you we would meet again,” Jal’den growled from within his hood.
“It seems your shoulder has healed,” Vardak countered in the Murkor tongue.
Jal’den tilted his head momentarily, then freed his blade and swung. Vardak parried the strike and shifted his axe to hold the sword in place. He bent toward Jal’den in a show of menace, but said, “Your partner asked that I take you back alive.”
Jal’den struggled to free his blade and snarled. “If you’ve spoken with Sal’zar, then you know what you ask is impossible. We must fight. One of us will die.”
And Sal’zar gets some page time in the last book.
Then another violent tremor shook the earth and he feared the cavern itself was about to cave in. Without taking the time to consider his actions, he drew on his magic and erected a protective barrier around the camp. Both the shield and the cavern withstood the assault, but the second tunnel had crumbled. The Murkor lived, but he wasn’t certain how long they might last, cut off from the outside world and supplies.
Several of the alchemists had attempted to blast through the rubble to clear a path, but neither tunnel yielded to their efforts. They were entombed beneath the mountains, doomed to inevitable death by either air loss or starvation, and he was to blame. If Sal’zar had chosen a different path, a different mine shaft, a different cavern…
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