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Finally, the Warrior Queen yields the Specter of Hope. Will she blanket all of humankind in darkness destroying the world of magic? Or free the humans of creatures from nightmares and restore the world of magic to its splendor? She must see through trickery, trust in what she fears the most, and rely on those closest to her to succeed.
Crenshaw, Taraly, Sancha, Jalie, and Taigo continue their quest through the land of the dead, the barren salt plains, fight endless battles for what they believe in. Only have they placed their belief in the correct Warrior Queen?
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"Stop, King of Treside," a woman's voice echoed to his left as if she talked through a tunnel. Crenshaw scanned the horizon, slowly turning in a circle to see who called him. Sword posed. Had Ovezara found him? The air shimmered as a cloud of blue smoke formed.
His heart raced, slamming against his ribs as if to seek freedom from his body. Never again would he fall victim to sorceress trickery.
"This time the oracle speaks the truth." A woman stepped out of the mist. Crenshaw gripped his sword tighter and tried to see clearly through the mist. Had Ovezara altered her form? It wasn't as if the woman suddenly materialized, he would have sworn a door opened in the smoke and she walked through it. The new arrival held long curved daggers in each hand and three shorter ones were strapped to her left leg. The blackness that surrounded Ovezara was absent from the newcomer. He'd seen many of the sorceress' disguises and they all carried the stench of evil.
"King Crenshaw, it is my pleasure to meet one of the players in the final battle." The woman smiled and Crenshaw's pulse skipped several beats. Cursing, he shook his head. He'd been a fool once where a woman was concerned and the cost had been his throne. Ovezara had stripped him of his kingdom and the final humiliation was locking him in his own dungeon where he'd been her personal torture toy for three long months. "I'm not a king," he snarled. "And you are?"
"Rysa." Her mouth formed a hard line. "King Crenshaw, have you ever tried to not always being argumentative?"
Her yellow eyes studied him with a familiarity he didn't understand. If he'd met her before, he would have remembered. Not every day did he meet a woman who stood equal to his six foot three inches with long silver hair in a single braid that swept the ground. If it hadn't been for the two indigo horns curling at her temples, he'd say Rysa was the most attractive woman he'd ever seen.
"I'm from the Land of Shadows. I would appear different in your world, as does King Taigo," Rysa answered as if she had read his thoughts. She placed the daggers in leather slips resting on her hips. "Animal talker, go and ready five durrios. Our welcome here is about to end."
Crenshaw arched an eyebrow. "I've been strung up, almost drowned, and two different water monsters tried to eat me. That is what you call a royal welcome? "
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