The Sworn Knight, Robert Ryan [good beach reads .txt] 📗

Shadowed Wars: See elù-haraken.

Sofanil: Cam. “Sharp of wits.” A Kingshield Knight. All theknights think of each other as brothers. But Sofanil and Savanest are alsobrothers by blood.

Sorcerer: See elùgroth.

Sorcery: See elùgai.

Three Sisters: See harakgar.

Tower of the Stone: The tower King Conduil causedto be built to serve as the guarding structure of the Morleth Stone. Some claimhis sarcophagus rests upon its pinnacle, as it was the custom of some ancientCamar royalty to be interred on a high place where the lights of the sun, moonand stars still lit their long sleep.

Way of the Sword: The martial aspect of thetraining of a Kingshield Knight.

Were-beast: A creature of the shadow. Said to beable to shapeshift from animal to human form.

Were-hound: A creature of the shadow that takesthe form of a dog.

Were-stone: An artifact of sorcery. Used byelùgroths in ancient days to control servants and transform them against theirwill into beasts. Different stones have slightly different powers, and thusdifferent beasts are created. Usually formed out of pearls, but not always.

Wizard:See lòhren.

About the author

I’m a man born in the wrong era. My heart yearns forfaraway places and even further afield times. Tolkien had me at the beginningof The Hobbit when he said, “. . . one morning long ago in the quiet ofthe world . . .”

Sometimes I imagine myself in a Viking mead-hall. Thelong winter night presses in, but the shimmering embers of a log in the hearthhold back both cold and dark. The chieftain calls for a story, and I take a sipfrom my drinking horn and stand up . . .

Or maybe the desert stars shine bright and clear,obscured occasionally by wisps of smoke from burning camel dung. A dry gust ofwind marches sand grains across our lonely campsite, and the wayfarers about mestir restlessly. I sip cool water and begin to speak.

I’m a storyteller. A man to paint a picture by the slowmusic of words. I like to bring faraway places and times to life, to makehearts yearn for something they can never have, unless for a passing moment.