Anbatar – Legacy of the blood guard
by Anne Dolleri
488 pages
ebook/ .mobi (Print is not out yet)
Genre: fantasy (less magic and dragons, more personal quest)
Release date september 14th, 2019
Synopsis
Zessalon’s war with the Northern Kingdom has ended, their enemy once more defeated. But Nareth—ruthless Samerier warrior and half-brother to the Southern king—can find no rest behind the battered walls of the Golden City. Craving unity after centuries of bloodshed, he rides north to initiate peace talks with his kingdom’s lifelong enemies. There, he discovers the Northerners’ hatred of him and his people runs far deeper than he suspected. In the dark alleys of Anbatar, Nareth encounters a fierce enemy, turning his quest into a battle of life and death.
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As if it had a mind of its own, his hand moved to his belt to grab his knife. Something, or someone, was out there. Although he heard nothing, the prickling sensation on the back of his neck told him he had company. His gaze wandered upward to survey the few rooftops that still remained, but all he saw were the sharp silhouettes of fireplaces and bay windows.
Slowly he walked on, preparing himself for any eventuality. He didn’t want to give whoever was following him the impression he would be scared off so easily. By the time he came to a cast-iron gate in the wall separating the North Quarter from the rest of the city, the uneasy feeling of being followed had diminished.
Once again, he looked back, and. A movement from above caught his eye. As Nareth’s gaze homed in on the spot, the shadow on the rooftop rose, its dark cloak billowing silently in the light east wind. A hood covered the figure’s head—its shadow hiding their face—and a scarf concealed their mouth and nose.
The hunter and hunted stared challengingly at each other. It was almost as if the figure whispered to him, I’ll remember your face, stranger. Next time, you won’t get away unscathed.
Then the figure turned and disappeared into the shadows as if it had never existed.
The slightly unusual pen name Anne Dolleri is an anagram of my real name, which not even my german followers can pronounce at first try.
I grew up between the lines of hundreds of different stories. I fell asleep to the comforting scent of book pages and woke up with the sound of untold stories. They made me who I am today. An incurable dreamer, writer and reader. If you dare to follow, I’ll show you my worlds …
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