In the Realm of the Wolf

Informationen zum Autor David Gemmell Klappentext Enter the extraordinary! action-filled world that became Legend-- as the exciting Drenai adventure continues to unfold . . . A mighty warrior and a feared assassin among the Drenai! Waylander the Slayer is now a man hunted by his own people--with a fortune in gold offered as grim reward for his murder. But this is only one of many evils closing in on Waylander and his daughter! Miriel! the beautiful and deadly Battle Queen of Kar-Barzac. For! once separated! father and daughter face certain death as the sorcerers and demons! soldiers and shamans of three empires summon their blackest! most destructive powers in an effort to annihilate these two most gifted Drenai warriors. Miriel had been running for slightly more than an hour. In that time she had covered around nine miles from the cabin in the high pasture, down to the stream path, through the valley and the pine woods, up across the crest of Ax Ridge, and back along the old deer trail. She was tiring, heartbeat rising, lungs battling to supply oxygen to her weary muscles. But still she pushed on, determined to reach the cabin before the sun climbed to its noon high. The slope was slippery from the previous night's rain, and she stumbled twice, the leather knife scabbard at her waist digging into her bare thigh. A touch of anger spurred her on. Without the long hunting knife and the throwing blade strapped to her left wrist she could have made better time. But Father's word was law, and Miriel had not left the cabin until her weapons had been in place. "There is no one here but us," she had argued, not for the first time. "Expect the best, prepare for the worst," was all he had said. And so she ran with the heavy scabbard slapping against her thigh and the hilt of the throwing blade chafing the skin of her forearm. Coming to a bend in the trail, she leapt over the fallen log, landing lightly and cutting left toward the last rise, her long legs increasing their pace, her bare feet digging into the soft earth. Her slim calves were burning, her lungs hot. But she was exultant, for the sun was at least twenty minutes from its noon high and she was but three minutes from the cabin. A shadow moved to her left, talons and teeth flashing toward her. Instantly Miriel threw herself forward, hitting the ground on her right side and rolling to her feet. The lioness, confused at having missing her victim with the first leap, crouched down, ears flat to her skull, tawny eyes focusing on the tall young woman. Miriel's mind was racing. Action and reaction. Take control! Her hunting knife slid into her hand, and she shouted at the top of her voice. The lioness, shocked by the sound, backed away. Miriel's throat was dry, her heart hammering, but her hand was steady on the blade. She shouted once more and jumped toward the beast. Unnerved by the suddenness of the move, the creature slunk back several more paces. Miriel licked her lips. It should have run by now. Fear rose, but she swallowed it down. Fear is like fire in your belly. Controlled, it warms you and keeps you alive. Unleashed, it burns and destroys you. Her hazel eyes remained locked to the tawny gaze of the lioness, and she noted the beast's ragged condition and the deep angry scar on its right foreleg. No longer fast, it could not catch the swift deer, and it was starving. It would not--could not--back away from the fight. Miriel thought of everything Father had told her about lions: Ignore the head--the bone is too thick for an arrow to penetrate. Send your shaft in behind the front leg, up and into the lung. But...

Product details

• Authors: David Gemmell
• Publisher: Del Rey
• Languages: English
• Product format: Paperback
• Released: 31.12.2019
• EAN: 9780345407986
• ISBN: 978-0-345-40798-6
• No. of pages: 320
• Dimensions: 107 mm x 172 mm x 21 mm
• Series: Drenai Saga; Drenai Saga; Drenai Sagas
• Subject: Fiction > Science fiction, fantasy