The second installment in the Realm Rift Saga and the sequel to The Fey Man, download The Unquiet Sword from your favourite ebook retailer now!
With no food, no horses, and a traitor in their midst, Thomas Rymour has small hopes of freeing the dragons magically enslaved by the Western Kingdom.
But there are scattered malcontents in the Kingdom, indentured dwarfs and fanatics seeking to bring about the end times, that might be persuaded to rise up and lend their aid.
At least he has the ancient sword, Caledyr. A sword that whispers to him, gives him the strength he needs to see this journey through.
Because they closer they get to their goal, the more uncertain it becomes. Is this a quest for liberation or vengeance? Are they freeing the dragons or punishing a kingdom?
Is it the sword that thirsts for violence and blood? Or is there something dark growing inside Tom himself?
★★★★★ “There is a brilliant interplay between a man who wants to ‘good’ and his sword which just wants to kill.” – Amazon Review
★★★★ “The author is not only a fine creator of characters and environments, he's also a powerful writer who inherently understands the rhythms of sentences and flow of paragraphs.” – Amazon Review
★★★★★ “Has everything that I enjoy: action, adventure, travel, magic, fae, romance, heroes and regular folks.” – Amazon Review
★★★★★ “There is never a dull moment as this author has done an excellent job to carry the story through from start to end and keep you intrigued and part of the adventures that unfold from one page to the next.” – Goodreads Review
Chapter 1
Thomas Rymour panicked the first time he sank beneath the water. He kicked, he flailed, he clawed. But when he broke the surface again, he couldn’t draw a breath. Just tiny panicked gasps. His clothes were waterlogged from his time in the cells. His limbs were like iron, heavy and cold. And the waves were tireless; their victory seemed inevitable. He had escaped a watery coffin for a burial at sea.
But the sword in his hand was not the encumbrance he thought it would be. Instead it seemed to emanate strength, a lighthouse of singular thought: fight.
Fight and survive.
