Dragon Age: Asunder
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Return to the dark fantasy world created for the award-winning, triple platinum role-playing video game, Dragon Age™: Origins in this third tie-in novel, Dragon Age: Asunder by David Gaider!
A mystical killer stalks the halls of the White Spire, the heart of templar power in the mighty Orlesian Empire. To prove his innocence, Rhys reluctantly embarks on a journey into the western wastelands that will not only reveal much more than he bargained for but change the fate of his fellow mages forever.
a comment that always made him laugh. He did think the grey that was starting to show in his beard was terribly distinguished, but it didn't cause women to swoon as he passed. That he noticed. Beyond that, Rhys was terrible at lurking in shadows, and not what most people would consider "scholarly." He'd done a great deal of field research in his time, but locking himself into a library and staring at books until his eyes became tiny was far from his idea of a good time. Not unlike being summoned
tell the first enchanters you have been under the influence of a demon. You killed the elf, killed all of them, and unwittingly empowered this demon to manipulate the mages of this tower." "And if I don't?" Rhys said between gritted teeth. "Then you will die." He released his grip, stepping back once again. Rhys collapsed to the ground, coughing and choking, the agony in his chest almost too much to bear. "The first enchanters will be executed, as will Enchanter Adrian and any other mages we've
placed the serrated edge against the templar's neck. It pressed against his skin, drawing the slightest bit of blood . . . but the man didn't react. He continued to stare, as if nothing was happening. You won't see me. Cole cut deep, the man's neck gushing bright blood down the front of his armor. His eyes went wide and he gasped, clutching at his throat in panic. The blood flowed more quickly now, staining his tunic and dripping onto the floor. He raised his gauntlet to stare at it, confused.
roads, preferring instead to keep to the side paths that passed through the countryside, away from cities. Still, this was the Heartlands. Even those roads were busy with traffic. They passed merchants, pilgrims on their way to the Grand Cathedral in the capital, farmers bringing their wagons to market, taxmen, elven laborers looking for late- season harvest work . . . the list was almost endless. What she didn't see were Imperial enforcers. Normally, soldiers flying the purple banner were a
forehead. "Go," she said gently. "Talk to Rhys. He doesn't blame you for anything." With that, she picked up the sack and walked toward the hay barn. He watched her go, rubbing his forehead in confusion. It tingled where she'd kissed him, and he felt it all the way down to his toes. It also made him sad. Evangeline was going to forget him. A week from now, or a month, he'd be the only one who remembered this. Cole walked over to where Rhys and Pharamond sat. Rhys's staff was sitting on the