By L. E. Modesitt Jr.
Acclaimed writer L. E. Modesitt, Jr. keeps his new Recluce tale in Mage-Guard of Hamor, the second one of 2 volumes set totally on the continent of Hamor, a ways around the sea from Recluce, the place the tale started.
Rahl used to be a tender apprentice at the island of Recluce despatched to the mages education university for trying out, then banished to Hamor. His schooling now maintains below harmful circumstances. In Hamor, his powers have elevated, yet so has the quantity of difficulty he attracts.
The entire society of Hamor is a brand new tradition for Modesitt—and Rahl—to discover, one within which magic is a monopoly of the state. Rahl is a mage now, robust and nonetheless simply as harmful to himself and to others. this is often the tale of the way he earnings either extra wisdom and gear, and extra self-control.
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The ashes of the Cataclysm have settled throughout Azeroth’s disparate kingdoms. because the damaged international recovers from the catastrophe, the popular sorceress girl Jaina Proudmoore maintains her lengthy fight to fix family among the Horde and the Alliance. but of overdue, escalating tensions have driven the 2 factions in the direction of open conflict, threatening to break what little balance continues to be within the . . .
Dark information arrives in Jaina’s cherished urban, Theramore. one of many blue dragonflight’s strongest artifacts—the Focusing Iris—has been stolen. to resolve the item’s mysterious whereabouts, Jaina works with the previous blue Dragon point Kalecgos. the 2 awesome heroes forge an not going bond in the course of their research, yet one other disastrous flip of occasions looms at the horizon. . . .
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Alliance forces converge on Theramore to repel the Horde onslaught, however the courageous defenders are unprepared for the genuine scope of Garrosh’s crafty and misleading procedure. His assault will irrevocably rework Jaina, engulfing the ardent peacekeeper within the chaotic and all-consuming . . . TIDES OF conflict
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