Rage of the Fallen (Wardstone Chronicles / Last Apprentice, Book 8)
Joseph Delaney, Patrick Arrasmith
Language: English
Pages: 144
ISBN: 2:00194139
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A dangerous few months lie ahead--ones which some of us will be hard-pressed to survive.
Thomas Ward has served as the Spook's apprentice for three years. He has battled boggarts, witches, demons, and even the devil himself. Tom has enemies: The Fiend stalks him, waiting for a moment of weakness. The terrifying Morrigan,goddess of witches, warned him never to step foot on her homeland, Ireland.
But now war has consumed their own country, and Tom, his friend Alice, and the Spook must flee to Ireland. The dark rages strongly there. No one can be trusted. Can Tom defeat the creatures that hunt him most fiercely?
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standing in front of a shelter made from animal skins stretched over a wooden frame. There were also men in the open—those who couldn’t be accommodated in the tent—sleeping close to the warmth of the fire. This was the part of our escape that carried the greatest risk. If we were seen now, dozens of armed men would reach us in seconds. Once again we set off, leaving the fires behind now, the welcome darkness waiting to swallow us and hide us from our enemies. Again we rested and lay face down
poison. If only I could manage to regain the full use of my limbs. She returned within minutes, carrying a small bowl. “Lift his head, Shaun,” she commanded. With his right hand, Thin Shaun gripped my shoulder, lifting the upper part of my body almost upright. This time the witch had a small wooden spoon, and as she brought it toward me, she held my forehead firmly while, with his left hand, Thin Shaun tugged my jaw downward, forcing my mouth wide open. The witch kept stuffing the spicy gruel
that glittered insanely. Pan lurched up from all fours to stand upright, towering over me, his hind hooves still bound by the silver chains. And then he laughed long and loud—with the uncontrollable, delirious hilarity of the insane. Wasn’t he reputed to drive his victims mad? I felt completely lucid; my thoughts seemed ordered and logical. I was afraid, yes, and took deep breaths to calm myself, but for now it appeared that he was the crazy one, not me. Did being a spook’s apprentice help me
us, the stones skillfully positioned one upon the other without the use of mud or mortar to bind them together. Ring fort was a good name for it, because that’s exactly what it was—a huge defensive circle of stones. Everyone was dismounting, and I soon found out why. The fort could only be entered by a very narrow gate, which was far too small for a horse. Once through that gap in the wall, I got my first sight of the inside of the mages’ fortification. It had no roof, but the walls were very
the back. With the extra hands, our progress was faster—though it took almost another hour before we had finally filled in the pit and stamped down the earth. The work completed, we stood there, looking down, our chests still heaving with the exertion. At last it was time to lower the flat stone lid onto the pit. By now the rain had ceased, but it was slippery underfoot, so we had to take care. With the rigger working the chain, Grimalkin and I grasped one side of the stone while the Spook and
