Between Dark and Light

 

 

Between Dark and Light Synopsis

The stakes are higher than ever in the fourth installment of the popular dwarven saga!
The Great Empire has surrounded the Kiredurks and are preparing to conquer the kingdom, but unknown to them, Kwarck, the mysterious hermit of the plains, has his own plan in action. To the east, he has summoned an elven army and charged Crushaw with leading them into battle. To the south, Roskin will gather an army from the fractured Ghaldeon lands. But to the west, an ancient and powerful evil stirs.
The Great War is about to errupt, if Roskin can overcome the Dark One...








Synopsis on the Rest of the Brotherhood of Dwarves Series Novels:
The Brotherhood of Dwarves

The dwarven saga begins... Roskin, heir to the throne of a remote, peaceful kingdom of dwarves, craves excitement and adventure. Outside his own kingdom, in search of fortune and glory, he finds a much different world, one divided by racial strife and overrun by war. The orcs to the south want to conquer all dwarves and sell them as slaves. The humans to the east want to control the world's resources. Caught in the middle, Roskin finds himself chased by slave traders and soldiers alike as he discovers that friendship is the best fortune of all. Just when he thinks he has triumphed, an act of betrayal sends him into bondage. His only hope of escape is the faltering courage of a disgraced warrior whose best days are behind him...








Red Sky at Dawn

The dwarven saga grows... Crushaw, Molgheon, and Vishghu have liberated the Slithesythe

Plantation. They must make their way to safe lands before being caught and returned to certain bondage. Across the orc lands, they and Roskin recruit and train an army of freed slaves, for between them and freedom are thousands of well-armed, well-trained orc warriors. Near the Pass of Hard Hope, in the shadows of the eastern mountains, they make their desperate stand. But even if they succeed, Roskin's ordeal is far from finished, as he is haunted by visions of something awful back in Dorkhun...








The Fall of Dorkhun
The dwarven saga continues…
The Fall of Dorkuhn, the third installment in The Brotherhood of Dwarves series, continues the

adventures of the dwarf Roskin. Having escaped slavery, and survived the Battle for Hard Hope, Roskin returns home to a kingdom divided by war with the ogres.
On one side, his father desires to restore peace. On the other, Master Sondious, hungry for revenge after having been crippled, seeks to escalate the aggression. Roskin and his friends hasten to the capital, to make a desperate attempt to resolve the growing rift, but unknown to the dwarves, new and powerful menaces threaten to destroy the entire kingdom...











D.A. Adams Information

Bio
D. A. Adams is a novelist, a farmer, a professor of English, and in my estimation, a true gentleman. His breakout fantasy series, The Brotherhood of Dwarves, transcends genre and illuminates the human soul in all its flashes of glory and innumerable failings.

He is active on the Con circuit and has contributed writing to literary as well as fine art publications, and maintains his active blog, "The Ramblings of D. A. Adams". He lives and works in East Tennessee, and is the proud father of two boys, Collin and Finn.

His ability as a storyteller breathes life into every character, and his craftsmanship as a writer makes these stories about relationships; human or otherwise.

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Excerpt

From Chapter One - "Confessions and Revelations"


The wind shifted from the north, carrying the stench of fear, and
Crushaw smiled. He sniffed the air, breathing in the ogres’ dread as
they trembled behind ramshackle fortifications. For as long as he
could remember, he had waged war on them, killing more than he could
count and driving them farther north with each year. His name a curse
on their lips, his silhouette a vision of terror. Today, he would
smash their lines and extinguish their last glimmer of hope.

Ominous clouds formed along the southern horizon, tall and billowy and
dark. He studied them while waiting for his runner to return with news
about his latest peace offer. The ogres would reject it, of course,
for the offer was little more than an insult. Unknown to them,
however, his archers were moving into position on the ogres’ weakened
eastern flank. He turned to his captain and pointed at the clouds.

“Nasty,” Captain Strauteefe said, seeing the menacing thunderheads
mushroom. “Should we halt the attack?”

“No. A little rain’ll wash off their blood.”

Strauteefe laughed but continued staring at the gathering storm.
Crushaw turned his gaze north, searching for his runner. The captain
was his favorite officer, the one being groomed as his replacement,
but sometimes, Strauteefe’s cautiousness worried the general. The
ogres were all but shattered, and any delay would afford them an
opportunity to regroup. All his experience told him, storm or not,
they would strike as soon as the archers moved into position. If the
runner were lucky, he would be back by then.

***

Crushaw bolted upright, sweat pouring from his body. Whenever the
nightmare started, he forced himself awake, and now, he peered out the
window, trying to shake off lingering memories. From the other room,
Vishghu’s snoring was loud and steady, a deep slumber from yesterday’s
labor. The heat of summer had taken its toll on them, but he couldn’t
sleep for fear of the recurring dream, so he rose from bed and went
outside.

The grass lay damp with dew, and dawn was still hours away, so he
walked to the barn and found the driest section of a bench that ran
along the outer wall. Sitting, he looked west and wondered if Roskin
was okay. Kwarck had said little since the earthquake a week before,
save the occasional reassurances of the dwarf’s safety. But Crushaw
wished he could see for himself that his friend was uninjured, for in
his heart, he knew Kwarck was hiding something.