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Talismans of Puissance - Softcover

Hinks, Justin

 
9781403349095: Talismans of Puissance

Synopsis

With no other options, Traaylon, ruler of a land in peril, must travel on an expedition with four warriors to end the ever-growing conflict between the Traaylonians and Marhtonians, resulting in a hazardous adventure and a chivalric romance.

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From the Author

In regards to the discussion of my book, Talismans of Puissance, I'm available for comment at jhinks2@hotmail.com. Go ahead and let me know who your favorite character is or even who you hate the most. Or try to guess the five characters that I found to be the most important. Any topic if fair game.

I hope you all enjoy the book!

Sincerely,

Justin Hinks

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Remidar's eyes widened at the horrific site before him. His troops had been demoralized and defeated. No respect was shown to their corpses. The thieves plundered every meaningful item, ravaging the cold, numb bodies.

Remidar clenched his fists. Hate bubbled within. Finally, the enigmatic warrior captured the anger that dwelled deep inside. Those who bested his men would be deemed the same fate that the hapless Marhtonian soldiers had received.

In one swift motion, Remidar leaped from the saddle of his horse and removed the cowl that shrouded his appearance. The baneful silhouette radiated guileful thoughts into his enemies around him. The sheer terror of his semblance proved to utterly destroy a man's soul. Not noticeable by the outlaws were his mouth, nose, or even hair. But his eyes. The raven ellipses shined with abomination. Piercing through the air with stunning eminence, the dark warrior apprehended the moment.

Those who charged at him now did so after extreme vacillation. Five courageous thieves glided over the land to confront the illustrious combatant. They did so in vain. The deftness of Remidar affirmed the fatalities of the intrepid antagonists. The first two, who arrived at Remidar near the same time, were not even allowed parries to their blows. Each man attempted a risky maneuver upon the dark warrior, dooming them ultimately. Remidar sliced them open and blood ran red.

The other three, not having the opportunity of facing Remidar during the same duration, were forced to take their chances on their diversified opponent. No match for the nimble Remidar were they. Remidar had too much experience. Too much skill. The almost innocent thieves had made a mistake in challenging him. Prancing from spot to spot, Remidar fluidly cut down his attackers. Every man who defied the dark warrior had his life ended short. The mixture of men's blood upon his blade became more tainted with every kill. Remidar thrived on this uncanny form of pleasure. The adrenaline rush quenched his need for violence and vehemence.

Soon, another series of attacks were placed upon Remidar. They numbered no less than five at a time. All of these suffered the same famine that had plagued the others. The deceased fell to his feet as the maddened soldier spread the touch of death among his adversaries.

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