We made it to summer. Now we have all the time we want to read whatever we want. To that end, I offer you a delightful blast from my past with hopes for the future. Almost 15 years ago, I came across this great little fantasy trilogy by Elizabeth Vaughan called The Chronicles of the Warlands. I fell in love with these characters and devoured the three books in less than a week.
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Chapter 1. I was terrified. My left arm was trembling from the weight of my shield. I managed to take his first blow on my shield and tried to stab at him with my blade, but my helmet shifted into my eyes and- THWACK. My arm went numb, and I cried out at the pain.
My sword tumbled to the ground. Rafe stood in front of me, horrified, staring at my arm. Rafe groaned, looking up at the skies as if for help. I sighed, took off my helmet and shook out my braid, letting the breeze reach my damp head. Trying to be a warrior-princess is uncomfortable and sweaty. Marcus and my four guards were arguing at the top of their lungs, Marcus covered in his cloak lest the skies be offended by his scars.
Prest, with skin of light brown and long black braids, towered over Marcus. He stood silent, as usual, his arms crossed over his chest. Rafe, his skin even paler than normal was gesturing, trying to explain.
His hair was dark against his fair skin, and his brown eyes were filled with frustration. Ander was gesturing as well, talking at the same time. The sun gleamed on his bald head, and his thick bushy white eyebrows danced over his hazel eyes. She and Ander had replaced Epor and Isdra, who had died at Wellspring. I heaved a sigh, and looked off in the distance.
Another few days ride and I would get my first glimpse of that fabled place which lay beyond the border of the Kingdom of Xy.
Another few days ride, and the great valley of Xy would open up onto the wilds of the Plains. I glanced over to where the army of the Firelander moved past us, in their long slow march to their homeland. It was still an impressive sight as they would past us, all on horseback, an army of fierce warriors, both men and women.
Conflicts as a result of an illness sweeping through the ranks of a people who see illness as a curse. Conflicts as a result of the presence of a Warprize in their midst and the changes that I represented to them. Conflicts that had been set aside for the rest of this journey, to be dealt with before the Council of Elders when we reached the Heart of the Plains.
In truth, we were dawdling. Keir and I had spent the last ten days together, making love at night and dealing with problems during the day. How could I object to spending time with my beloved Warlord? The silence behind me made me aware that I was the center of attention.
I turned to face an angry Marcus, who had dismounted and was glaring at me with his one good eye. I faced Marcus. That scared me Marcus. You said yourself that thePlains are hard. I thought I could at least learn how to-" the words came hard. A harsh truth, but a truth nonetheless. It all happened so fast, and then they stood there, Ander at guard and Marcus making no further move.
Marcus stepped back, and bowed his head to Ander, who inclined his head in return. The weapons were sheathed, and Marcus turned back to me. He reacted. He knows the blade, knows the movements, knows in the depths of his body and blood. Has known since he cut his first teeth and his thea handed him his first blade. First tooth? But that was- "You think, Warprize. Never mind the weight of the shield, never mind that you-" "You give babies weapons? Just when I think I know the language of the Firelander, something new comes up.
Children that still crawl and soil their-" I bit my lip. First teeth. He meant the first set of baby teeth-all of them. Which meant they gave weapons to children that were roughly two and a half, maybe three years old. The first weapon is wooden. You understand?
Firelander wielded steel at roughly six or seven years old. No wonder they were so fast. Rafe dropped down next to him, and pulled out a dagger and a sharpening stone. Ander and Yveni remained standing, on watch, standing close enough to hear. You have forgotten. He was covered with it when he came out of the tent. Prest chuckled. I looked away from the weapon. It brought back too many painful memories. You alerted others that you were in trouble.
You used what was at hand to distract the enemy. You fled to where there was help, and positioned yourself where your defenders could protect you. I sat up a little straighter. But teaching you to defend yourself, to respond under attack and get yourself to safety, that can be done.
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Chapter 1. I was terrified. My left arm was trembling from the weight of my shield. I managed to take his first blow on my shield and tried to stab at him with my blade, but my helmet shifted into my eyes and- THWACK. My arm went numb, and I cried out at the pain. My sword tumbled to the ground. Rafe stood in front of me, horrified, staring at my arm.
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I feel like I have not enough words to describe how I feel about this book!! But lets start at the beginning. I think it must have been 10 years ago when I was first introduced to the Chronicles of the Warlands Warprize, Warsworn and Warlord by Elizabeth Vaughan. I dont think I could have read a better fantasy romance trilogy to start with.
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