By Jane Shoup
At nineteen, Ammey McKeaf is a golden-haired attractiveness that's loved and guarded, not just via her father, the main respected basic in Azulland, but in addition through 5 elder brothers, all champions of the video games which are held within the medieval island nation. Her brothers have proficient and challenged her all of her lifestyles, specially at swordsmanship, so as to serve her well.
Trouble stirs while Marko Corin, the bold chief of Bellux-Abry, seeks to realize regulate of the rustic. His small bands of hugely educated infantrymen, referred to as ‘wolf packs,’ roam the rustic, reaping destruction and demise. whilst a pack moves with reference to the Forge, domestic to the McKeafs, Ammey is escorted to sanctuary -- yet sanctuary is a specific thing of the past.
As violence reigns, Ammey is rescued and brought into the magical Vihlae woodland, the place she discovers power she didn't understand she possessed, and learns the paintings of survival from one among her rescuers, sparking an indisputable ardour. As Ammey travels from one finish of Azulland to the opposite, scuffling with to outlive and defend these round her, she is going to be attempted and proven past whatever she can have imagined, yet will her efforts be sufficient to avoid wasting herself and people she loves?
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Just now and then. Fat? Why was Aviendha glaring at her? Refusing to step into water more than knee deep was childish. Monaelle covered a slight cough with one hand, but Elayne thought she was hiding a smile. Some of the standing Wise Ones laughed outright. At Aviendha’s silliness? Or her . . gobbling? Monaelle resumed dignity, adjusting her skirts spread out of the floor, but there was still a touch of mirth in her voice. ” Perhaps Elayne would have hedged her answer despite the requirement for truth.
Most men enjoy looking at a woman’s bottom. ” Flushing again, Elayne put her mind on Aviendha. It did nothing to settle her nerves. There were specific things she had been told to think on before the ceremony, and some made her uneasy. Nadere kept her pace to Elayne’s, and Elayne took great care not to let her legs flash through the cloak’s opening—there were servants everywhere—so it took them some little time to reach the room where the Wise Ones were gathered, 26 Prologue: Snow more than a dozen of them in their bulky skirts and white blouses and dark shawls, decked with necklaces and bracelets of gold and silver, gems and ivory, their long hair held back with folded scarves.
The feel of Aviendha’s hug dwindled. Sound dwindled. The last thing she heard was Monaelle’s voice. ” Everything faded. She faded. She ceased to exist. Awareness, of a sort. She did not think of herself as she, she did not think at all, but she was aware. Of sound. A liquid swishing around. Muted gurgles and rumbles. And a rhythmic thudding. That above all. Thu-thud. Thu-thud. She did not know contentment, but she was content. Thu-thud. Time. She did not know time, yet Ages passed. There was a sound within her, a sound that was her.
Ammey McKeaf (The Chronicles of Azulland, Book 1) by Jane Shoup