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Near the border to the Boskydells Slowly the waggon trundled westward along the Crossland Road. Ahead, the three occupants could see a great, looming, dark mass reaching up toward the sky and standing across the way, extending far beyond seeing to the north and south. Spindlethorn it was, a great tangle of massive vines rearing fifty feet or more into the air, with razor-sharp spikes clawing outward -- so thickly entwined even birds found it difficult to deeply penetrate the thorny mass. Through this mighty barricade the road went, and overhead the tangle interlaced, forming a shadowy tunnel of thorns leading down into the river valley from which sprang the fanged barrier.
Thus begins The Silver Call, a heart-pounding fantasy that twists and turns throughout -- involving omens and ancient legends and dark forces and prophecies... and the return of a displaced Folk to an ancient Dwarvenholt. And as with any Dennis L. McKiernan story, prepare to laugh and weep and curse and shout for joy and suffer in silence and be captured by words and read until the early hours, even though school or work or other obligations must surely be waiting in the wings of morrow. You have been warned.
Dennis L. McKiernan. The Silver Call (Kindle Locations 41-50). Thornwall Press.
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