It was a constant tapping sound that roused Will from his deep, untroubled sleep. He had no clear idea at what point he first became aware of it. It seemed to slide unobtrusively into his sleeping mind, magnified and amplified inside his subconscious, until it crossed over into the conscious world and he realized he was awake, and wondering what it might be. Tap-tap-tap-tap . . . It was still there, but not so loud now that he was awake and aware of other sounds in the small cabin. From the corner, behind a small curtain of sacking that gave her a modicum of privacy, he could hear Evanlyn’s even breathing. Obviously, the tapping hadn’t woken her. There was a muted crackle from the heaped coals in the fireplace at the end of the room and, as he became more fully awake, he heard them settle with a slight rustling sound. Tap-tap-tap . . .
When we last left Will and Evalyn, Will was hopelessly addicted to warmweed, fed to all slaves to keep them working in the cold without thoughts of resistance, and Evalyn plotting to get him out of the hostile ice-land of Skandia, with its Viking-like warriors, and back to Halt. Yet Evanlyn is taken captive by Temujai warriors, and soon Halt makes a horrifying discovery: Skandia’s borders have been breached by the entire Temujai army, fierce fighters all. And Araluen is next in their sights. If two kingdoms are to be saved, an unlikely alliance must be made.
When reading this book I felt a surge of hope. With the reunion cut short, because Skandia and Araluen must be saved. If two kingdoms are to be saved, the unlikeliest of unions must be made. Will it hold long enough to vanquish a ruthless enemy? Or will past tensions spell doom for all? Find out in The Battle for Skandia by John Flanagan.
“What?” The question seemed to explode out of him, with a grater degree of violence then he intended. Taken by surprise, Horace’s bay shield in fright and danced several paces sideways. Horace turned an aggrieved look on his mentor as he calmed the horse and brought it under control. “What?” he asked Halt, and the smaller man made a gesture of exasperation. “That is what I want to know,” he said irritably. “What?” Horace peered at him. The look was all to obviously the sort of look that you give to someone who seems to have taken leave of his senses. It did little to improve Halt’s rapidly rising temper. “What?” said Horace, now totally puzzled. “Don’t keep parroting at me!” Halt fumed. “Stop repeating what I say! I asked you ‘what’ so don’t ask me ‘what’ back, understand?” Horace considered the question for a second or two, then, in his deliberate way, he replied “No.”
Where to Buy
Have fun reading The Battle for Skandia by John Flanagan.