READER'S ROCK LIFESTYLE MAGAZINE VOL 2 ISSUE 4 NOVEMBER 2014 Vol. 1 Issue 3 September 2013 | Page 71

I loved the first book of SAGE, but I waited a couple of months before cracking open this second volume, intending to savor the story slowly. I read it in less than three days. Within an hour of finishing Bargain with Fate, I'd purchased volume three, and I'd read that within a week.

Bargain With Fate, SAGE Book 2 The mighty are helpless, the weak are strong, and a little girl clutches creatures of terror to her ragged heart.

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I loved the first book of SAGE, but I waited a couple of months before cracking open this second volume, intending to savor the story slowly. I read it in less than three days. Within an hour of finishing Bargain with Fate, I'd purchased volume three, and I'd read that within a week.

Silver and Iron, SAGE Book 3 The contention over the throne of Layounna is fought on strange battlegrounds: an island, a henyard, a scrivenry, a pocket, and the heart of the chief claimant.
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Brady covered his face with his arms, as if Tartarus' gesture were a physical blow. He cried out and “Somewhere," his former master said, "there's something you fear. I wrenched himself awake. The sound of surf became the don't know what it is – could be you screech of ravens, and sand don't know what it is – but it's out there. Somewhere, there's an evil so changed to rocky soil. Salt air loathsome you don't even dare think turned rank. Opening his eyes, Brady found about it directly." His grin showed his chisel-like teeth. "Go there." He he was not in Moder's goat shed, where he had gone to sleep. He was threw his hands out toward Brady lying on bare ground between a in a gesture of dismissal. "Go wooden palisade and a steaming there!" compost heap. He stood. Beyond EXCERPT the heap he saw a fowl yard and coop, a kitchen garden, and more of the palisade enclosing a busy courtyard. In the middle of it all rose a wooden tower. Above the tower, a banner flapped in the morning breeze: a red banner with a yellow lion standing on its hind legs and looking over its shoulder. Tartarus had blindly sent him to the upper bailey of the castle in Kudasad, the stronghold of Landry Oliva beren Ada.