The luminous reflection spread across Lake Karczmar until the surface was nothing but a glowing sheet of fire, an effect only broken when a light breeze lapped at the shores and the smooth surface divided into waves. One minute there was nothing but a hazy line of blue against the horizon, and the next, bright streaks stretched upward from eastern Mortmesne, drenching the sky. –The Tearling as a Military Nation, CALLOW THE MARTYRĭawn came quickly on the Mort border.
There seemed no way for the Tearling to escape disaster. The odds were not so much lopsided as catastrophic. On the other was the Tear army, one-fourth the size and bearing weapons of cheaply forged iron that would break under the impact of good steel. On one side was the vastly superior Mort army, armed with the best weapons available in the New World and commanded by a man who would balk at nothing.
The Second Mort Invasion had all the makings of a slaughter. This book is for my father, Curt Johansen.Ĭhapter 1: Hall Chapter 2: Lily Chapter 3: Ducarte Chapter 4: Matters of Conscience Chapter 5: DorianĬhapter 6: Ewen Chapter 7: The Gallery Chapter 8: Row Finn Chapter 9: The Dark ThingĬhapter 10: Father Tyler Chapter 11: Blue HorizonĬhapter 12: Night Chapter 13: September First Chapter 14: The Red QueenĪbout the Author Praise Also by Erika Johansen Back Ad Copyright About the Publisher
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