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Faltofarby Morri StewartGenre: YA FantasyRelease Date: May 20th 2020
Lilianna and Thom never thought they would meet a Sepherii, the mythical creature from stories of the Dark Days when Morauth spread evil like a contagious disease across the land. But why has Torr, the Sepherii, been summoned again?Decades have gone by since the hero Rendar overwhelmed Morauth high on the Ledges, cutting her deeply with the black obsidian blade given to him by Torr. This time, Lilianna and Thom will be called on to help. Only the Dagger of Rendar has the power to banish her again, but in the hands of a child will the weapon be enough?The young descendants of Rendar must be strong enough to strike the blow. Nothing less than the future of Faltofar and all its inhabitants is at stake. It just gets a little muddled when the family tree also includes the sorceress Morauth.
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A movement at the back of the group created a ripple in the crowd. An older boy, larger than those around him, stepped forward, his gait ungainly, even for a dwarf. He slouched, a habit to mask his height and the burden of his mixed bloodline. The crowd moved aside, many of them looking away. Dundar was a half-blood, part dwarf and part human. And, Dundar was a mute. His mother lived on the outskirts of the village, her small home tucked deeply into the rocks bordering the old mine. She rarely ventured out, counting on Dundar to bring her roots and berries from the forest. There were those in the village who whispered that Dundar paid the price of silence for the actions of his parents. The gods of the dwarves were not known for their kindness.
Berold’s face was unreadable as the younger dwarf moved through the crowd. Only after Dundar stood directly in front of him, leaning slightly on his long spear, did Berold clear his throat to speak.
Rather than address Dundar, Berold’s eyes swept the crowd for any other takers. His glare moved passed the yellow curls of his wife’s head, then back. Tilga gave him a nod of encouragement. She had put her basket down and stood with her hands on her round hips. Berold stood taller, his lips puckering, his mouth a small volcano about to erupt over the crowd.
“Dundar has come forward, and Dundar will travel with me to the outskirts!” sputtered Berold. “Unless someone steps forward now. The only sound from the crowd was the soft snuffling of one of the tiny children whose rheumy eyes and red nose advertised an uncomfortable summer cold. “Well?” Silence.
“He is worth fifty of you snivelers.” Berold jutted his chin forward, his eyes narrowing at the dwarf in front of him.
“We leave in two days, boy,” he announced, addressing him for the first time. “Say your goodbyes to your ma and pack lightly. I will meet you here at the well, same time.”
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About the AuthorMorri Stewart has lived in the Pacific Northwest for the past 16 years, arriving there through a circuitous route filled with adventure. She has eaten strange sea creatures on a tiny island in Japan, survived dehydration on a desolate section of the California coast, and has come face to face with a cobra in Africa. Morri considers herself a bit of a renaissance woman, diversifying her life experience through her work as a river guide, personal trainer, bartender and freelance writer. She and her husband currently share their home with two extraordinary teenagers, a persnickety old cat, and a lifetime collection of books. Faltofar is an entrancing book based on stories the author and her children shared, often while sitting around a campfire.
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