King of Ashes (The Longsword Chronicles) (Volume 1)
G J Kelly
Gawain, moment son of Davyd, King of Raheen, turns 18, and is in a timely fashion banished from his place of birth for a interval of 1 12 months and someday. surprised, he departs the land of his start, excessive atop an impregnable plateau, and ventures into the unusual global of the lowlands. There, he's staggered to benefit that the kindred races are all yet paralysed through worry and terror by the hands of Ramoths, an odd and vile cult that turns out to afflict the kingdoms with utter impunity. all over he travels, the Ramoth curse has been prior to him. on the finish of his interval of banishment, Gawain rides for domestic, rationale upon alerting his father to the chance posed by means of the Ramoth. however it is simply too overdue. while Gawain crests the only path to the head of the plateau, he unearths Raheen long gone, blasted to ashes... within the ruins of Raheen's fortress preserve, Gawain unearths the Sword of Justice, the one item to have survived the terrifying devastation of his land. He attracts the traditional blade, and swearing vengeance and justice within the identify of Raheen, and tough of center, returns to the lowlands...
they try, they achieve this at his command. this is why Threlland's patrols could move nearby unhindered. this is why the Ramoth can cross freely." "And Ramoth, this old god they proclaim? What of his power?" "I recognize no longer. i don't comprehend no matter if this Ramoth exists past the prattling of his fans. but when he does, then aquamire is the resource of his energy too." "Tell me, wizard. what's it?" Allazar sighed. "It is a black oily liquid, very like molasses in visual appeal. that's all i'll inform.
size. "It's the warmth from the rocks, make's 'em glance additional than they is. Many's the faint-hearted grew to become again ahead of they made it 'alfway across." "When do you are expecting we will locate the workings?" "Pends how lengthy we sleep, or cease. We hold dealing with the evening until eventually tiredness creeps up, good be on the foot of enamel this time tomorrer. should still locate the doorway to the outdated shafts by means of midday, I reckon." "Good." "You do not like that lot much." "Who?" "Them Ramoths." "No. I don't." "Can't.
throughout a river gorge, to make the startin's of a rope bridge. it will hearth a regular bolt an exceptional thousand paces. I 'eard inform, from the previous miner who led me down the following while i used to be your age, they would brung one down with 'em as soon as. Fired a bolt yonder. Heard no strike. are you able to imagine?" "In fact? 1000 paces?" Martan shrugged. "Dunno. cannot see any miner worthy a spit dragging a grappinbow the entire manner down 'ere simply to do this. See, if there ain't no-one at the different facet to fetch up the rope, no.
Ledge, and the sounds that had echoed down the tunnel grew louder and extra designated. The low-pitched moaning resolving right into a repetitive chant, and as Gawain stepped onto the ledge and scanned the speedy sector, he known a unmarried observe, break up into syllables, repeated again and again. Ra-Moth. Ra-Moth... Gawain gasped as he became his eyes to in the direction of the sound. maybe paces to his left, lighting, relocating, from the sting of the rip, and past, slightly obvious.
Gawain requested all of sudden, "Perhaps she is but frightened of Merrin..." "No!" Rak and Allazar acknowledged, at the same time, and grinned. "It issues no longer what you do both way," Allazar grunted. "You'll be flawed whichever direction you're taking. visit her, and she or he will bid you permit straight away. remain away, and she or he will berate you for forsaking her." "More fact, Traveller." Rak sighed, shaking his head at a far off reminiscence. a lot of them too, from the rueful smile that danced on his lips. "Are you hungry?" Allazar.