By Simon R. Green
He's Hawk. She's Fisher. They're police officers, patrolling the suggest streets of the traditional urban misnamed Haven, a sinister position the place demons, thieves, sorcerers, and murderers personal the evening and whatever may be bought-except justice.
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“Nothing is unfastened, Go’el,” Jaina Proudmoore stated. “Your wisdom and talents have been received at a price. The . . . orc you left in the back of on your position had performed a lot damage on your absence. If i've got heard approximately what's going in Orgrimmar and Ashenvale, definitely you need to have! ”
Go’el’s mien, which were deeply peaceable, now appeared bothered. “I have heard, after all. ”
“And . . . you do not anything? ”
“I have one other path,” he acknowledged. “You have noticeable the result of that course. A possibility that—”
“Go’el, I listen this, yet now that activity is over. Garrosh is stirring up hassle among the Alliance and the Horde—trouble that didn’t exist until eventually he all started it. i will comprehend in case you don’t desire to undermine him publicly, but—perhaps you and that i can interact. shape a summit of varieties. Ask Baine to hitch us; i do know he has no love for what Garrosh is striving for. i may converse with Varian. lately, he seems extra handy. everybody respects you, even within the Alliance, Go’el. you've gotten earned that recognize due to your activities. Garrosh has earned not anything yet distrust and hatred as a result of his. ”
She indicated her cloak, which had blown approximately with the wind he had despatched to endure her to shore. “You can keep watch over the winds as a shaman. however the winds of battle are blowing, and if we don't cease Garrosh now, many innocents can pay the fee for our hesitation. ”
The ashes of the Cataclysm have settled throughout Azeroth’s disparate kingdoms. because the damaged global recovers from the catastrophe, the well known sorceress woman Jaina Proudmoore keeps her lengthy fight to fix family members among the Horde and the Alliance. but of past due, escalating tensions have driven the 2 factions toward open battle, threatening to ruin what little balance is still within the . . .
Dark information arrives in Jaina’s loved urban, Theramore. one of many blue dragonflight’s strongest artifacts—the Focusing Iris—has been stolen. to solve the item’s mysterious whereabouts, Jaina works with the previous blue Dragon point Kalecgos. the 2 significant heroes forge an not likely bond in the course of their research, yet one other disastrous flip of occasions looms at the horizon. . . .
Garrosh Hellscream is mustering the Horde’s armies for an all-out invasion of Theramore. regardless of mounting dissent inside his faction, the brazen warchief goals to herald a brand new period of Horde domination. His thirst for conquest leads him to take brutal measures opposed to somebody who dares query his management.
Alliance forces converge on Theramore to repel the Horde onslaught, however the courageous defenders are unprepared for the real scope of Garrosh’s crafty and misleading procedure. His assault will irrevocably remodel Jaina, engulfing the ardent peacekeeper within the chaotic and all-consuming . . . TIDES OF battle
Translated via Andreas Helweg
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In the shadows, a lady fights for her personal soul.
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