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Plague of Shadows (The Aldoran Chronicles, #2) Plague of Shadows by Michael Wisehart
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“The fire in the hearth to her left was warm and relaxing. She let it soothe her nerves as she tried to slowly release the pain of loss that had taken root. Then she noticed the vase of wilted flowers sitting on the mantel and started crying. They had been a gift from Ayrion on his last day before heading to war. She didn’t have the heart to toss them out, even though the petals had all but fallen off and the stems were hanging over the sides like willow branches”
Michael Wisehart, Plague of Shadows
“After wasting an hour at one of the tables of a nearly vacant East Inn, too nervous about the upcoming meeting to eat the bowls of stew they had ordered, the brothers finally left. They’d kept their mounts hitched at the inn and walked the distance to the assembly building. From the number of horses already lining the front, it had obviously been a wise choice”
Michael Wisehart, Plague of Shadows
“Even Lyessa had to save my life.” Nyalis smiled. “Nothing wrong with having a strong woman watching your backside, my boy.” It was Ty’s turn to look surprised. The wizard lowered his head, looking a little sheepish. “That didn’t exactly come out how I intended.” He pursed his lips. “Or did it?”
Michael Wisehart, Plague of Shadows
“I’d always wondered what it would be like to have a brother, or sister for that matter. Alas, I was an only child.” He chuckled. “My parents said I cured them of wanting more.”
Michael Wisehart, Plague of Shadows
“It’s when you find yourself surrounded by darkness that a single light can shine the brightest. When good men stand against the tide—” Sheeva grumbled something from the other side of the fire. “—and good women as well,” Nyalis offered apologetically, catching a glint of Sheeva’s piercing gaze, “there is always hope.”
Michael Wisehart, Plague of Shadows
“Affection from a child was love in its purest form. There was no judgment of past wrongs, no incrimination, no strings attached. A child’s love concealed no hidden agenda, no preconceived notion concerning what they expected from the relationship. Their motives lay open and bare.”
Michael Wisehart, Plague of Shadows