The Elven Tales
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The Elven Tales - The Company of the Rose
Prudence Clark lives a seemingly normal life in Cambridge with her best friend's family. But a series of strange events compounded by a wave of kidnappings is about to turn everything she believed about her existence upside down.
A brutal attack catapults her into a new reality - one that makes her the most important refugee of the Council of the Five Kingdoms. Now, she's charged with the task of finding the King's runes to stop Alanel, the most malicious and ruthless being, following his escape from prison.
Alanel has declared war on the king of Arkana. Now, even more shocking truths come forth, exposing long-held secrets about Prudence's past and her destiny. Her newfound knowledge will prompt her to embark on a treacherous journey to face dangerous beasts in the most inhospitable of places. But her journey will not be alone, she'll be joined by the Company of the Rose, brave warriors that will fight by her side, and hopefully, lead to the retrieval of the runes before it's too late.
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