Chapter View of Angel Queen
696 pp
An Epic Fantasy Novel Like No Other
Copyright © 1990, 2000 Richard R. Kennedy All rights reserved. Revised: 2006.
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Prologue: Eighteen Years Before 1. Monk’s Eye 2. Princess Louise 3. Learning 4. Learning 2 5. Bartering 6. Alone 7. Missing Stone 8. Home 9. In Vain 10. Alehouse at Modos 11. Prize Catch 12. Hot Cider and Golden Kelp 13. Mourning 14. A Prince 15. Revelation 16. One of Them 17. Thousand Miracles 18. Grateful Servant 19. Reprieve 20. A Rôle 21. Meanwhile 22. A Promise 23. Plump One 24. Presumed Reunion 25. Plea for Mercy 26. Redbuc 27. Decoy |
28. Dilemma 29. Merchant’s Visit 30. Merchant’s Odyssey 31. Birthday Gift 32. Confession 33. Angels & Folklore 34. Discovery in Etimés 35. Little Thespian 36 The Earl & His Son 37. Keystone Slippage 38. Conspiracy 39. Another Barter 40. Under The Daur 41. Naamah 42. Little Knight 43. Lantern in Pursuit 44. Sentinel of Freedom 45. Fallen Angel? 46. Rumors 47. Offering 48. Restoration of the Soul 49. Champion 50. Reunited 51. Cortege 52. Father&Daughter 53. Trails of Grief 54. “To the close of the Age” |
Excerpt
The draft horses picked up speed as they began their descent down to the foggy sunken belly and then slowly ascended the gradual rise out of the listless fog toward the castle. The horseman spurred past the tired team of ancestral Belgians, then raised his hand for the driver to come to a stop. The hazy sun, burning through leaden clouds, emblazoned his crested shield fastened to the saddle. On the upper left of the shield was a bursting star across a field of black and on the lower right a spiked wheel with flowers entwining its spokes. The escutcheon’s reflected rays alighted on the rider’s closely trimmed beard, which matched the chestnut of his steed. He brought the spirited steed to a halt. His drawn face grew even more ellipsoid in viewing the lifeless scene. Vultures circled above smoke rising from behind the towering bailey wall. They continued on the inclining trail and held up at the foot of the moat’s embankment. Lifeless, slumping bowmen pocked the parapet crenels. Several bodies lay impaled over the dense palisade that fringed the outer edge of the moat. High above, dying flames were tonguing the loopholes of the smoking keep. The bridge was down and he saw that the portcullis was up most of the way. He swung round his destrier and headed back to the wagon.