The Bleeding Mountains: A Clovel Sword Saga
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Last published Sat, Dec 14, 2019
Urith's adventures in the time before the Clovel Sword Chronicles. Not long after the death of his wife and father, the Esterblud warrior travels into the kingdom of Rarfell as a volunteer to fight against a tribe known as the Borrs. Before he joins the volunteers, the capital city is overrun and the king killed.
In a series of twists and turns, Urith finds himself escaping with the young queen and a new comrade. However, their freedom is short lived and Urith nearly dies. Returning to kill his betrayer, the Esterblud must grapple with his need for vengeance and the honorable ideals to help those in need. To make things worse, Urith finds himself in unfamiliar waters of diplomacy trying to stop an embittered queen from causing a war between his homeland and the powerful kingdom of Cahmais.
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