“Did you find something?” said Mara, his best friend. She wore sage-green hunting pants and a ridiculously frilly white lace top. Why she wore such a silly outfit, he had no idea. She was eccentric, to say the least. As… — John Forrester Copy Share Image
“His arrogant eyes and proud demeanor. But he was kind, also. And a wonderful brother. Why did the gods allow him to die so… — John Forrester Copy Share Image
“Eyes mesmerized at the advancing boar, he shook his head and threw down his bow and quickly brandished his spear. Mara did the same… — John Forrester Copy Share Image
“The wind stung from a sudden gust of cold air. Talis exhaled forcefully, wishing she hadn’t brought up the subject of his older brother’s death. Talis cursed fate, cursed his family’s bad luck. The memories flooded his mind of his older brother Xhan. His arrogant eyes and proud demeanor. But he was kind, also. Had been kind, Talis reminded himself.… — John Forrester Copy Share
“Finding nothing all day, he scanned the muddy ground for tracks, kicking away needles and sticks. Off to the side, he spotted an indentation in the wet leaves. He strode over and bent down, flipping his hair away from his eyes for a better look. A thrill raced through him at the sight of fresh tracks. It was a big… — John Forrester Copy Share
“The Captain wouldn’t know donkeys from trained baboons. How can a sailor know of good breeding?” She narrowed her eyes and studied them again as if discovering something new this time. “But, then again, their posture is exceptional. They stare at me as if I were beneath them. But they’re filthy and smell like pigs. They need cleaning up, that’s… — John Forrester Copy Share
“Talis searched the swamplands for prey, wanting the kill he hoped would make his father proud. Visibility was limited due to the thick mist that choked the air. He wiped his brow and sighed, wondering if this hunt was such a good idea. But then his father’s words echoed in his mind, spoken after Talis had displayed the fruits of… — John Forrester Copy Share
“The cold wind blew unceasingly from the north: a violent wind, a merciless wind, a wind that crept inside your ears and pressed hard against the back of your neck. The desert sands swirled and left a lingering haze in the air. Talis lifted his head and stared. The afternoon sun blurred over the horizon. The day had turned sour… — John Forrester Copy Share
“heavy-handed... Supporting characters are equally noteworthy." --Kirkus Reviews # # # About the author: John Forrester is the author of Fire Mage, Sun Mage,… — John Forrester Copy Share Image
“By the time he spotted the City of Naru from afar, moonlight sent long, wiry shadows across the hillside leading up to the towering… — John Forrester Copy Share Image
“Then it hit him. Something else had come with the storm besides rain, lightning, and thunder. Something that had blotted out the campfires and… — John Forrester Copy Share Image
“She coughed and inhaled a huge gulp of air and coughed again, a redness sweeping over her face. “It knocked my breath out… There… — John Forrester Copy Share Image
“Rikar turned and glowered at Nikulo, clenching his fists until they were red. “All this time… all this way getting here. Aurellia promised me… — John Forrester Copy Share Image
