A Word of Fire and Fangs
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She is her father's daughter. He taught her to hunt. He taught her to fight. "You are your own sword, and you belong to no one," he always told her, but she knew there was more behind his words. There was a mystery to be revealed, something to be abstracted from the implicit.
But there is no time now. The Beasts of old are on her kingdom's doorstep. The mystery is unraveling within her, manifesting on her tongue. They want her sword. But who is she to stop the wars of kingdoms?
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The foundations of Nore's world are being shaken. Her once simple life ended in tragedy, and now she must venture forth into the unknown. All around her are secrets, whispers, and conspiracies. Nore knows how to use a sword, but is the blade of her cunning sharp enough to pierce through the deception?
Enter the world of Endrebor where Elves conspire in their forests, Dwarves hoard in their mountains, and Men wrestle for dominance. Enter the life of Nore, a girl who finds herself amidst the chaos, but which is greater: the chaos of the world, or the chaos within her own blood?
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