Song of the Summer King (The Summer King Chronicles) (Volume 1)

Song of the Summer King (The Summer King Chronicles) (Volume 1)

Jess E. Owen

Language: English

Pages: 262

ISBN: 0985805889

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Shard is a gryfon in danger. He and other young males of the Silver Isles are old enough to fly, hunt, and fight--old enough to be threats to their ruler, the red gryfon king. In the midst of the dangerous initiation hunt, Shard takes the unexpected advice of a strange she-wolf who seeks him out, and hints that Shard's past isn’t all that it seems. To learn his past, Shard must abandon the future he wants and make allies of those the gryfons call enemies. When the gryfon king declares open war on the wolves, it throws Shard’s past and uncertain future into the turmoil between. Now with battle lines drawn, Shard must decide whether to fight beside his king . . .or against him. Honorable Mention in the 2013 Writer's Digest International Self-Published Book Awards. Winner of the 2013 Global E-book award for Fantasy.

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Have killed or exiled her, for fear of the anger of the rest of the Silver Isles pride. He and his son could never truly have their loyalty if he’d killed their king and beloved queen. Everyone knew the story, though Shard couldn’t recall who had first told it to him. Sverin forbade speaking openly of the Conquering and what passed before it. The past was past, and such history endangered the unity of the pride. “You hunted well.” Her voice was measured and soft. Shard had never heard her speak.

Land was Hallr, a stocky, lumbering, gravel-voice warrior of blue-green coloring. Halvden’s father. “All well then?” Hallr called across the flight. Murmurs of agreement. Ears perked toward the forest, a safe ten leaps off, now in bud and even deeper and gloomier than when they had hunted the boar. As everyone answered, Shard mentally reviewed his plans. He and Kjorn had exhausted each other with lessons on leadership over the last days. His wingbrother would see him succeed or kill them both.

Hard to the earth. He slammed into the ground between Hallr, Halvden and the wolf, and flashed his wings wide. “I said stop,” the word bellowed as a lion’s roar. Halvden veered and Hallr broke short, flaring and flapping hard to keep from smashing into Shard, and landed in front of him. “How dare you!” Hallr ramped to his hind legs and fell again to pace once in front of him. Shard heard the wolf rasp a word of gratitude before darting back into the forest. His heart pounded wildly in his.

Alert. He had never seen night sentries before. He guessed they watched for rebel Vanir. Or for me. He could only hope that the news the raven carried yesterday was of the attack, and that Helaku had at least gotten the young ones to safety. “Do not leave the Sun Isle today, my prince.” Shard blinked and turned, peering around in the gray light. Who would address him that way? A raven perched at the mouth of the cave. “Which one are you?” Shard asked, cautious. The raven bobbed his head and.

Silver Isles, and into the open stretch of evening sky. THE END Acknowledgements It’s nearly impossible to thank everyone involved in the making of a book, because who knows where stories really begin? All the authors I’ve read who inspire me, all the artists, the friends, the teachers who encouraged me and the friends who pushed me have all become Song of the Summer King. So while it’s impossible to thank everyone, I want to call out a few key people who helped get Shard off the ground.

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