The Black Arrow: A Tale of the Resistance

by Vin Suprynowicz

The portals are everywhere, now. Scanning for weapons, for drugs. ... No getting out of line. The people had forgotten how to fight back. There was no one to show them how. Or was there ... ? When she first saw him he was silhouetted against the moon, a black stallion rearing up to claim all he surveyed. Her heart slowed in her chest, then. There was a strange keening in her ears that she knew was not of this time or place, but of the other world. It was a vision she was having, a waking dream that would haunt her, drive her in ways unexplained. In the dark of the city's night, wherever the weak or oppressed cry out in pain or fear, a quiet footfall can be heard on the roof, the owlshadow passeth before the moon, the quiet gasp of feathered death ... The Black Arrow lives.

Genres: Fiction

703 pages, Leather Bound

First published April 15, 2005

Reviews

[Jewell · Rating 5 out of 5]

Very good book. Not for the weak at heart, or for the young! (Well, the VERY YOUNG)