SYNOPSIS
After four hundred years, isolated from the rest of the world, the Elven Nation has finally reestablished a presence on the mainland of Allasea. With their return, the elves have built the city of Second Home, a place of learning, open to all who would come to study.
For Raven, a young Shadow Elf historian, and one of the few elves born on the mainland, it's an opportunity for her to research the truth about the first child born to the elves, Umbral K'hul, a god-like boy whose attempted patricide and subsequent banishment triggered a civil war that fractured the Elven Nation.
A more sinister presence sees the elves' return as a chance to strike, filling the beautiful city with an army of chaos and death. But along with the demons, strides another: after ten thousand years of exile, Umbral K'hul has escaped his prison.
Now, the elves' greatest pariah and an untested heroine must face an enemy bent on genocide. In the process they will discover secrets their people have kept since the elves established First Home. Secrets which could prove even more devastating than the demons.
Exile's Redemption is everything you want in your fantasy book. Dunning’s character development is superb bringing her stoic Elven nation to reality. I really liked her creation of different Elven races such as the Shadow Elves with their ebony skin gives a nice visual change.
The story itself is a battle epic adventure fantasy tale. Fantasy lovers with an epiphany to Elves in the likes of Tolkien wilt enjoy this read.
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A few lesser creatures skittered by the psion. He didn't pursue. Seconds later blue and white light flared and the stench of things burning tickled at W'rath's nostrils. He nodded in satisfaction. Lady Swiftbrook did indeed know her way around a proper lightning spell.
He ducked to the side as a sword sliced through the space he'd just occupied. The grey devil snarled in frustration as the psion slipped out of its reach. Two more joined it and W'rath raised his arm. Their blades bounced off of the invisible shield he'd conjured the instant he jumped ahead of the other elves. He gritted his teeth as the power of their blows vibrated up his arm. Time to even the odds.
Kill your companions, W'rath ordered the first devil. Most couldn't compel a creature to go against their allies, but few could resist the Shadow Elf's crushing will. Without so much as a shake of its head, the devil disemboweled the fiend next to it. The third devil hissed, and worked its blade to defend against the first devil. W'rath slipped to its side and hamstrung it. His new pet finished it off. Come along and defend me.
It stepped ahead of W'rath, its tail swishing as if it had a mind of its own. Hmmm. "On second thought," W'rath said, "I mistrust that tail of yours." He struck, and flicked blood off Shadow's Edge as he skirted around the devil's corpse.
He rode the shadows and stepped from a niche before what had once been the double doors leading to the throne room. Corpses clogged the hall. A half dozen elven soldiers lay in heaps, most dismembered in some manner, one completely turned inside out. Empty pieces of armor suggested others, now eaten, or dissolved or reanimated, had met their ends here. Something had shattered the doors leading into the throne room. Shards of wood littered the floor and the dead. More debris probably spread in the room beyond, but W'rath couldn't tell. A translucent membrane draped over the gaping wound left in the wall when the doors blew apart. It pulsated with malignant life.
"What sort of foul beastie are you?" W'rath muttered.
As if in answer it flowed from the opening to the floor and leaked into the shadows of the fallen warriors. Too late W'rath understood what he faced. Faster than thought his shadow came alive, and oozed up from the floor to wrap itself around him. It didn't matter how powerful his psionics, W'rath couldn't teleport free of his own shadow.
With a malevolent chuckle it cut off all light, all warmth—all hope.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Not entirely sure why you're reading this, my books are far more entertaining, but since you've bothered to pop over I suppose I ought to have the decency to tell you a little about myself.
I've done many things over the years, including daring the horrors of IT for over 24 years. At the moment I'm reinventing myself (i.e. retraining) as an accountant. I know, that sounds terribly dull, but it is a profession in demand pretty much everywhere, so I can live where I wish and not have to worry about keeping a roof over my head. Of course, there is more to me than that. I've worked with digital art since 2004, and have gotten to the point I am able to occasionally sell said art (sometimes to myself - see my cover). Photoshop is heavily involved in that area as well. Oh, and yes, I write. It's nearly a given these days, isn't it?
As of July 26th, 2014, I am officially a published author, with my book, "Exile's Redemption" available at Amazon in Kindle and Trade Paperback formats. I'm working on the sequel, and hope to have it out before folks have forgotten what happened in the first book.
I live with five cats, four Siamese and one horrified orange tabby. I live in the desert but hope to relocate to the Pacific Northwest after I finish my current studies.
VISIT LEE DUNNING at: http://leedunning.com
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