First in an ongoing Heroic Fantasy series, 'Revenge of the Elf' promises unrelenting action, oddball mages, and a foul-mouthed wisecracking heroine tougher than a hardboiled egg. Following in the footsteps of Conan, Drizzt, the Gray Mouser, Elric, Druss, and many more heroes of Sword and Sorcery, the elf called Nysta will carve her own epic path.
And that path will be bloody.
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"So, I'd like to make a truce. You don't try opening my veins, and I won't melt your face off. The thing is, I want to sleep easy for one night without having to keep hold of my magic just in case. And I'm sure you don't need any more practice after what you did to those two out there. So, what do you say, Long-ear? Think we can agree to be polite?"
"Sure, Chukshene," the elf said, sheathing the blade and plunging the wagon's interior into darkness. "I reckon we can mind our manas for a bit."
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Nysta is a new kind of elf.
When nine killers rode out of the homestead with blood fresh on their hands, they reckoned that would be the end of it.
The lost spellslinger was looking for a way out. He figured Nysta could lead him to the safety of a town called Spikewrist. And then there was the tragic creature born in the darkest shadows of legend. He reckoned she would fight the greatest fight of all.
But none of them counted on the violence she would unleash. Because in the Deadlands there is no forgiveness. No mercy.
Winter in the Deadlands could be cold. But the revenge of an elf would be colder.
And that path will be bloody.
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"So, I'd like to make a truce. You don't try opening my veins, and I won't melt your face off. The thing is, I want to sleep easy for one night without having to keep hold of my magic just in case. And I'm sure you don't need any more practice after what you did to those two out there. So, what do you say, Long-ear? Think we can agree to be polite?"
"Sure, Chukshene," the elf said, sheathing the blade and plunging the wagon's interior into darkness. "I reckon we can mind our manas for a bit."
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Nysta is a new kind of elf.
When nine killers rode out of the homestead with blood fresh on their hands, they reckoned that would be the end of it.
The lost spellslinger was looking for a way out. He figured Nysta could lead him to the safety of a town called Spikewrist. And then there was the tragic creature born in the darkest shadows of legend. He reckoned she would fight the greatest fight of all.
But none of them counted on the violence she would unleash. Because in the Deadlands there is no forgiveness. No mercy.
Winter in the Deadlands could be cold. But the revenge of an elf would be colder.
