![Lines of Fire (The Guild House - Defenders Hall) by [Walters, Janet Lane]](https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51RAEj2bB0L.jpg)
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Blurb:
To honor a promise made to his dying father, Alric trains as a Defender. For some reason the Swordmaster wishes him gone and his first two bondings end in failure. A failed third one will see Alric banished. His meeting with the older daughter of the Swordmaster reveals a double heart bond, but she has been promised to Petan, the Swordmaster’s favorite. A duel is fought and though Alric can read Petan’s lines of fire, the other dueler cheats and nearly kills Alric. Petan is banished but he knows secret ways into Defenders Hall. Kalia, his now bondmate’s lines are tarnished. Not only do Alric and Kalia need to find Petan, they must learn how to cleanse her lines.
Excerpt:
The
challenge match had lasted longer than Alric thought possible. His opponent,
one of the desert riders, had been chosen by his clan for the duel. Only one
man could win. If Alric bested the other fighter, the local farmers would be
spared raids on their crops and herds by the nomad band comprised of rebels
against the laws of Investia. If he lost the raids would continue until another
patrol arrived. Alric concentrated on the lines of fire flowing over the other
man’s skin.
The younger
man was agile and talented with the sword and knife. His hair, bleached by the
sun, shone red-gold in the morning light. The lines flowed in changing scarlet
patterns over his arms and bare chest.
Alric’s
opponent’s quick responses to each move made him believe the young man read the
lines, too. Someone had to make a mistake before they collapsed.
Sweat coated
Alric’s skin. An occasional droplet stung his eyes and blurred his vision. The
desert rider showed the same physical reactions. Exhaustion threatened Alric’s
control. Then he found an opening. The lines of fire on the younger man’s sword
hand faltered.
Alric lunged
and caught the other sword sending the blade sailing through the air. He followed
with a sweep of his leg. The desert rider sprawled on the ground. Alric pressed
his knife against the man’s pulsing neck vein.
“Yield,” he
demanded.
“Yielded.”
The young man grinned. “Good fight. I’m Jens.”
“Alric.”
Jens turned
to the gathered clansmen and the crowd of cheering farmers. “Trade is good
unless you try to cheat. We have wool, silver, gold, some gemstones, herbs and
spices. We need grain, produce, honey and beer.”
“Do you have
salt among the spices?” a man asked.
“We do.”
Moments
later someone tapped a keg of beer. Alric opted for a mug of water. Once the
formalities ended he searched the crowd for his current bondmate. Before he
found her, Jens beckoned. They drew apart from the celebrating clan and
villagers.
“I gather
you see the lines of fire,” Jens said.
Alric
glanced around to make sure no one stood close enough to hear. “It is said only
those who are heart bound can see them. Among the Defenders I do not speak of
my ability to anyone other than those I trust.”
“Why? I have
no bondmate and my friends know of my ability. That’s why I’m chosen for these
duels. You’re my first loss.”
Alric moved
further from the celebration. “Seeing the lines is one of the reasons our
forefathers used the mists to come to this land. Sorcerers sought to use their
talents for evil.”
“An old
wives’ tale I’ve often heard from the elderly riders.”
“Perhaps.
I’m a Defender as I promised my father I would become. I believe what he told
me when I was growing up.”
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