In the Realm of the Wolf (Drenai, Book 5; Waylander, Book 2)
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High in the wooded, peaked mountains of Skeln, the woodsman, Dakeyras, and his beautiful daughter Miriel, live a life of harmonious solitude. Unbeknown to them, a group of grim-eyed, bloodthirsty warriors stalk the mountains. Men who have never known defeat, to whom revenge and torture are meat and drink. For ten thousand in gold they are eager to kill the woodsman. Battle-hardened warriors all, they have no fear of this task - they should have. For Miriel is a woman of fire and iron, skilled with bow and blade and taught her skills by one of the deadliest killers of all time...Her father, Dakeyras, better known as WAYLANDER THE SLAYER.
close by. Waylander sent two bolts in the direction of the voice. The thudding of the impacting bolts was followed by a grunt and the sound of a falling body. Fool! thought Waylander, easing himself back into the undergrowth. The moon disappeared behind a thick bank of clouds. Total darkness descended on the forest. Waylander crouched low, waiting and listening. Taking two bolts from his small quiver, he waited for the night breeze to rustle the leaves above him before pulling back the strings
enemy. Beside him Vishna battled with controlled fury. All around them the battle raged in an awful silence. And then it was over. Weary beyond anything he had ever experienced, Ekodas returned to his body and sat up. He reached over to Duris, but the man was dead. So, too, was Branic in the far bed. Ekodas stumbled from the room, down to the hall. One by one the members of the Thirty gathered there. Twenty-three priests had survived the attack, and Ekodas looked from face to face, seeking out
warning?” “You woke Dardalion. He made the gather.” Before Ekodas could respond, Dardalion spoke up from the far end of the hall. “My brothers, it is time to pray for the souls of our departed friends.” One by one he named them, and many tears were shed as he talked of them. “They are with the Source now and are blessed. But we remain. Some days ago we asked for another sign. I think that we have just seen it. The Brotherhood is preparing to ride against the Nadir. It is my belief that we
gave up. “You need training, you ugly whoreson!” Carefully Waylander made his way down to the tree wall until he came to the tracks he had made not an hour before. They were overlaid now by the footprints of the hunters. Waylander smiled. The tracks now formed a great ring with no beginning and no end. Calling the hound to him, he knelt and with a groan lifted Scar to his shoulder. “You are a troublesome ally, boy!” he said. Hauling himself to the tree wall, he inched his way back along it,
gaze over the other men. “I never dismiss any Nadir lightly. I’ve fought too many in the past. Now it seems you have two choices. You can fight, or we can ride to your camp and eat.” “Let us kill him,” said Chulai, slipping into the Nadir tongue. “It will be the last move you make, dung brain,” said the rider in perfect Nadir. Chulai half drew his sword, but Kasai ordered him back. “How do you know our tongue?” he inquired. “Do we eat or fight?” countered the man. “We eat. We offer you the