The Wanderer's Destiny (Book 2#, Swordbearer Chronicles)

The Wanderer's Destiny (Book 2#, Swordbearer Chronicles)

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The sequel to Inheritance.... Then there was shuffling. Movement. She froze where she was but did not dim the light of her Fire Sword, though in any other situation that might have made sense. Blackhearts feared the light as many people fear the dark. It would throw them off-they were all blind anyway. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. "Kristy." Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. "Kristy." She was almost afraid the flame of her sword would be extinguished by the unexpected terror that came over her. She could see the light struggling from the blade in her hands, reflecting her mental struggle not to give into fear.
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