Novels by D.m.ovenden

“Wake up you worm!” Crack! The blackness was everywhere. “Where did you all come from?” Crack! Pain vibrated from the depths of thought, a hazy blurred vision appeared for a moment, a silhouette stood in front, brown wooden walls made up the background of the vision then; Crack! “Tell me!” the voice screamed. Crack! The pain was getting stronger reverberating from cheek and skull then leg. Crack! “Talk you bastard!” Mist encased the person. Crack! Across the face sent the figure's soul out of the body, floating above like a lost spirit. The spirit looked down, the scene was horrific; a small room with three men around a chair, tied up and gagged. Druenn! Vision enhanced, thought and memory filtered through his unconscious mind. Flash! The battle Flash! Running through the forest Flash! Terribor Flash! Arrows Flash! Blackness Flash! Emily The memories crashed over him like a tidal wave, picking his emotions up and washing them out to sea, the thought of Emily collapsi

Krona turned and saw Warren stumble through the portal as it flashed out of existence, the rangers of Camp Swiftrunner instinctively shot up like meerkats as they noticed the exhausted heros of Divine Victory appear. Tyrion was the first to reach them, helping Shreftwood to his feet he shot a glance at his team “Get them up!” he called. Flynn and four other rangers quickly fell into a jog over to them helping them off the ground. Tyrion looked into Shreftwood’s eyes, a tear had broken through and streamed down his cheek, nothing needed to pass between the men, Tyrion just knew but needed confirmation of the dread that was coursing through him like a hot poker “Sir, What of Gravland and Lengolas…” his voice trailed off as Sheftwood dropped his head. He strode past without a word. Tyrion watched stunned. This is not not like Shreftwood, he's normally a calm and collected elf thought Tyrion. Gravland and Leng are gone, and Divine Victory is broken. Horror gripped him, he gazed back a

SIX The Golden Spire “Scrub faster youngling” Sister Maria squawked, Shiele Massery scrubbed the black cooking pot as she stared up at the pile of dishes still yet to do, three large stacks that stood higher than her were sitting in front of her waiting to be cleaned. To the right of her Sister Maria paced back and forth, her brown braided hair was pulled back tightly pulling the skin so taught it removed the small wrinkles from around her eyes, she almost looked ageless, she wore a green, long sleeved dress that covered her entire body, a string round her waist with a small spiralling wand on by her left hip, many of the Sisters held this appearance as the Sisters of the Golden Spire were to be young but possess wisdom beyond their years. Sister Maria is talented beyond her years at the age of only thirty-nine she was aimi

FIVEThe WallKrona and Shreftwood slowed to a halt as they caught up with the group instantly noticing the problem at hand, there in front of them was a cascade of boulders ``crap

FOURMeans to an End

THREE The Heart of a Hero Drykator, Drago and Dontain arrived outside Reinhold, the large gates swinging freely from the hinges, smoke rose where the mess hall once stood. “By the Divine what’s happened here?” Dontain exclaimed, shock prominent in his voice. Drykator dismounted Runner swiftly and drew his sword, Drago and Dontain hot on his tail, the three soldiers ventured int