The Clockwork Vampire Chronicles

By Andy Remic

This quantity includes all 3 books within the Clockwork Vampire Chronicles: Kell's Legend ~ Soul Stealers ~ Vampire Warlords

The land of Falanor is invaded through an albino military, the military of Iron. A small crew trigger to warn the king: Kell, old hero; his granddaughter, Nienna and her pal, Katrina; and the ex-Sword Champion of King Leanoric, Saark, disgraced after his affair with the Queen.

Fighting their approach south, betrayal follows conflict follows deviation, and they're attacked from all quarters by way of lethal albino infantrymen, massive harvesters who drain blood from their sufferers to feed their masters, and the twisted offspring of deviant vachine, the cankers. As Falanor comes below heavy assault and crushing invasion, purely then does Nienna study the reality approximately grandfather Kell - that he's whatever yet a noble hero, something yet a Legend.

File Under: Epic Fantasy [ Blood Oil | Alchemy & Infamy | The Axeman Cometh | A Hero’s Doom ]

e-book ISBN: 978-0-85766-206-4

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Back. She shook her head, feeling groggy and sluggish, mouth tasting undesirable, head mild, and watched virtually indifferent as a soldier stepped from his comrades, fascinated about her, and charged with sword raised… Panic tore via Nienna. The soldier was once there within the blink of an eye fixed, purple eyes mounted, sword whistling in the direction of her in a excessive horizontal scale down; she stabbed out together with her personal brief blade, and the swords clashed, noise ringing out. Kell's head slammed left, as Ilanna minimize the top from a warrior's shoulders. Kell sprinted, then knelt within the snow, sliding, as Ilanna slammed finish over finish to ruin during the albino's backbone, curved blade showing ahead of Nienna's startled gaze on a twig of blood. Saark entire the final of the warriors, slitting a man's throat with a stunning pirouette and bathe of horizontal blood droplets. The corpse crumpled, blood settled like rain, and in the back of them, at the highway, icesmoke crept out and curled like questing hands. "We have to get out of Jajor Falls," panted Saark. "Yes. Let's cross. " "How do you do this? " "Do what? " Kell took the reins, smiling grimly up at Nienna who rubbed her drained face. "You're now not even out of breath, previous boy. " "Economy of movement," stated Kell, and compelled a grin. "I'll educate you, at some point. " There got here a clumsy hiatus. Saark gazed into Kell's eyes. "I suggestion you have been going to kill me, again there. " "No, laddie. i love you. i would not do this. " Saark allow the lie pass, they usually fastened the geldings. As they rode from Jajor Falls, out into the gloom below heavy falling snow, down a slender winding lane which ended in thick wooded area and ten diversified tracks they can pick out at random, at the back of them, within the now frozen village, the Harvesters moved during the inflexible inhabitants with a gradual, chilly, scary potency. As day broke, so the path they joined with the cobbled splendour of the nice North street, winding and black, shining less than frost and the crimson daubs of a low-slung newly-risen solar. The horses cantered, steam ejecting from nostrils, and all 4 guests have been exhausted in saddles, not only from loss of sleep, yet from emotional misery. "How some distance to the king? " acknowledged Kell, as they rode. "It's challenging to claim; relies with which Eagle department he is camped, or if we need to trip all of the rattling approach to Vor. smartest thing is cease the 1st soldier we see and ask; the military has solid communications. The squads can be educated. " "You understand much approximately King Leanoric," stated Kat, turning to gaze up at Saark. She used to be conscious of his strong palms round her, his physique pressed with reference to her via silk and furs, which he'd wrapped round her shoulders in the course of the evening to maintain her hot. It were a touching second. "I… was a soldier," stated Saark, slowly. "Which regiment, laddie? " "The Swords," acknowledged Saark, eyes looking at Kell. "The King's personal, eh? " Kell grinned at him, and rubbed his weary face. The scent of whisky nonetheless hung approximately him like a poisonous scarf. "Yes. " "But you left? " "Aye. " Kell stuck the stress in Saark's voice, and permit it cross.

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