Death stalks the night.
Della Villa’s search for the truth led to her capture. Her unlikely hero, the rogue known only as her Black Knight, came to the rescue, pulling her from the wilderness. The return to her city should have been joyous, but the rebellion took its toll on the citizens. Gangs and plague now ravage the once free city and shard of Zar. All means of escape have been blocked, the city choked for survival.
Zar in tatters where can the pair turn for safety? Will the sickness be the end of her city? Is Della the sole survivor of the ruling family of Zar? All these questions - and more - will answer themselves as we delve deeper into the dark fantasy world of The Fractured Lands, and as we’re drawn towards the thrilling conclusion of this stunning work of immersive fiction.
Della always felt an outcast in her own home, now she traveled the islands of Fractured Lands, a homeless orphan. Something drives her north. Choices she makes today will determine her future. In Fractured Dreams, author Greg Alldredge takes us into a bold new heart of dark fantasy and leaves us shaken, thrilled, and eager for more. For fans of Game of Thrones, this fifth book in an epic fantasy series is guaranteed to get the mind racing and the heart pumping and is sure to grip readers from the first fantastical page to the last.
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Dark FantasyI have over 30 books published in several SF/F sub-genres; I would like to increase my international readership.
Dusty looked out over the natural bay the reef created next to his prison. When Zar ships caught him in the open, his desire to outrun them ran his ship aground, and his crew paid for his arrogance. Now he was a sailor without a ship stranded on a tiny uninhabited spit of land. Lucky to still be alive, he feared in no time he would follow his crew to a grim death.
If he were a godly man, he would have blessed the twin of Harper for saving him from the Zar bastards and their killing squads. He wasn’t a religious man, why should he care for the gods when it was obvious they cared little for men like him.
They never did a damn thing for him, so he would do little for them. The only one worth a shit in his eyes was the crazy bitch Sinead, the goddess of death. The only good he found in her was keeping his men in line by playing lip service to her, giving her a sacrifice from time to time.
After the attack, he barely made it ashore alive, washed semi-conscious to the rocks with the bodies of his men who drowned in the surf or worse. Those few that survived their time in the water found themselves fired upon by the Zar ships. They were ruthless and relentless in their attack. After the bodies washed ashore, sailors were sent after them to spear them where they lay on the rocks. None were taken alive. If Dusty hadn’t found a small natural cave to hide in, he would have died on the rocks with his men. However, the gods displayed a sense of humor and kept him alive to starve to death.
Zar even pulled the remains of his ship off the rocks, leaving little wood to build a makeshift raft with. The Rambler died, and the Zar bastards carted her bones away, broke her up, and hauled her carcass onto their decks. If she’d been left behind, Dusty might have built a small raft and tried to reach the shipping channels out in the deeper water. As it was, he didn’t even have wood to start a signal fire.
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