The Elven (The Saga of the Elven, #1)

by Bernhard Hennen

Mandred cleared his throat. His mouth was as dry, as if he’d swallowed a wagonload of flour. “The beast is dead,” he said. “Slain. Its head lies at Luth’s foot, and I fed its liver to the dogs. It was slain at our hand, and by our wrath.” Mandred noted a disparaging frown cross Alvias’s face. Mandred didn’t care. The old crow could think what he liked of him. Or better yet . . . Mandred smiled grimly. The high and mighty conceit of Alvias and the others would evaporate once they discovered what