October 11, 2016

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The fourth installment within the New York Times bestselling Brotherband sequence, for fanatics of Lord of the earrings and online game of Thrones
 
Hal and his fellow Herons have back domestic to Skandia after defeating the pirate captain Zavac and reclaiming Skandia's so much prized artifact, the Andomal. With their honor restored, the Herons flip to a brand new project: monitoring down an outdated rival grew to become sour enemy. Tursgud—leader of the Shark Brotherband and Hal's consistent opponent—has became from a bullying adolescence right into a pirate and slave dealer. After Tursgud captures twelve Araluen villagers to promote as slaves, the Heron workforce sails into motion . . . with assistance from one in every of Araluen's most interesting Rangers!

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They wore the now-familiar turban/helmet mix. The guards shaped a unfastened cordon round them, gazing them warily, prepared for any signal of aggression. Hal held up his palms in a gesture of peace. “Relax,” he advised them. “We’re the following to promote, to not struggle. ” one among them, evidently the senior, gestured to the sand at his ft. “Weapons,” he acknowledged. “Drop your guns. ” Hal grew to become to his partners. “Do as he says,” he advised them. He may well see that neither Stig nor Jesper loved the assumption of surrendering their guns. Thorn seemed extra philosophical in regards to the complete factor. “You’ll get them again if you leave,” the defend advised them. “But no guns are allowed within the slave quarters. ” That was once moderate adequate, Hal idea. there have been uninteresting thuds as Stig’s ax, then Jesper’s and Thorn’s swords, fell to the sand. one of many guards passed his spear to his neighbor and moved ahead, stooping fast to assemble the guns. He carried them to 1 facet, and deposited them on a desk. “Knives too,” acknowledged the guy dependable. the entire Skandians have been donning saxe knives. At his urging, they unbuckled them and passed the belts and sheathed guns to a similar safeguard. The saxes joined the opposite guns at the desk. Hal’s waist felt unnaturally gentle with no the reassuring weight of the knife nestled there. chuffed that they posed no danger, the protect in command beckoned them to persist with, heading for the other gateway. They fell in in the back of him, Hal prime the best way with Ingvar, then Jesper, Thorn and Stig in a good knot. Jesper’s eyes darted speedy approximately him, taking within the measurement of the gates and the other element that would be vital after they got here to damage in. up to now, he may well see not anything that will hold up him quite a lot of seconds. They trudged during the thick sand to the gateway. The guards saved speed with them, forming a monitor round them. They stepped into the color of the access tunnel and the commander in their escort produced a hoop of keys and proceeded to free up the gate that confronted them. Jesper’s lip twitched derisively as he checked out the most important, and the big lock it equipped. The defend shoved one of many double gates open and gestured for them to go into. They trooped in, their escorts following them, and located themselves in a wide, well-lit room. It used to be naked of furnishings, except an oblong desk set dealing with the access. a guy sat on the desk, taking a look up at them as they entered. He was once small and dapper, with olive pores and skin and a skinny black mustache. He used to be wearing the standard lengthy white gown, yet rather than a kheffiyeh, he wore a eco-friendly turban. His darkish, quick-moving eyes assessed them, lingering for a second on Ingvar’s huge body. He fast labeled Stig and Thorn, marking them down as guards—muscle tasked with protecting the big slave in line. Hal, he may possibly see, was once accountable. Jesper used to be one other subject altogether. He frowned and pointed at him, addressing himself to Hal. “Who is that this? ” “My secretary,” Hal answered with out hesitation. “My assistant,” he additional, while the fellow appeared questioned.

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