Donald, Rachel, Philip and the others return in
this gripping sequel to the award-winning novel,
The Stonegate Sword. Faced with a mighty army
marching east, Donald must rally the scattered
defenders to resist the False Prophet and his plan to
enslave the last outposts of freedom. To do so, he
must overcome his own struggles of faith, demons of
self-doubt, bands of assassins, and a traitor within
his own camp. Can he succeed, against all odds, and
still win the hand of the woman that he loves?
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The book has ranked as low as #50 in Religious Fantasy and as low as #12 in Religious Science Fiction and Fantasy.
Carla nodded and pointed Ranger in that direction. At a gallop, they
soon crossed the open area and were back into a scattered stand of ponderosa
pine. Again, the trail became rough and rocky, and they had to slow
to navigate through the obstacles. Rachel’s heart was beating in her breast,
and her hands were sweaty on her reins and the bow she carried. Just then
she heard a shout behind them. It was not loud, but was clearly audible over
the horses’ breathing and the crunch of hooves on broken rock. Carla looked
back. Her eyes were large, but her jaw was set.
“I think someone picked up our trail,” Carla said in a low voice.
“Or maybe someone saw us before we entered the trees,” responded
Rachel. “What shall we do, now?”
“That sounded like someone behind us. Let’s push on as fast as we can.
Remember, we have hunting broadheads. They are not good against mail
armor.”
“Wait,” said Rachel. “I have a half-dozen bodkin points. Gray John gave
them to me. No good for hunting, but they will bite through mail. Let me
give you some.”
Rachel sorted through her quiver, drew out three of the needle-pointed
war arrows, and gave them to Carla. She nodded her thanks and strung one
on her bow, holding her reins in her right hand. She spurred ahead, but she
had to be careful. A misstep could lame a horse, and that might be fatal.
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Diego Alves da Silva Maria
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Icxel Alondra Valeriano Quiroz
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Author review: Icxel has worked very hard on this translation, and it shows! The quality is great and she completed it in a timely fashion. I am very pleased. |
