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The Knight (The Dark Elf of Syron, #2): The Dark Elf of Syron, #2
The Knight (The Dark Elf of Syron, #2): The Dark Elf of Syron, #2
The Knight (The Dark Elf of Syron, #2): The Dark Elf of Syron, #2
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The Knight (The Dark Elf of Syron, #2): The Dark Elf of Syron, #2

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Renown and knighted for capturing the fearsome Dark Elf of Syron, Sir Fredric has nagging doubts about his victory. His brother Malgrid's drunken remark strengthens dire suspicions. Was it all some devious scheme? Fredric has enough enemies who would want to compromise his honor, especially with the prestigious Jewel Quest coming up.

It seems that there is only one person who can possibly shed some light on the situation—the Dark Elf himself. But will the captured enemy speak? Will Fredric discover the truth before a plot far more elaborate and danger much greater than he realizes take his life?

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PublisherLaura Lond
Release dateSep 25, 2012
ISBN9781301041442
The Knight (The Dark Elf of Syron, #2): The Dark Elf of Syron, #2
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Laura Lond

Laura Lond is an internationally published author of several novels and a collection of short stories. She has a Bachelor of Arts degree in history. Having worked for 2 years at a literary museum, Laura entered the world of business, working for large international corporations like Xerox Ltd. and Fluor Daniel. After moving from Europe to the United States, she has been self-employed as a freelancer.

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The Knight (The Dark Elf of Syron, #2) - Laura Lond

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The Knight

Book 2 of The Dark Elf of Syron series

Laura Lond

Copyright 2012 Laura Lond

Edited by Mikaela Pederson (A Step Up Editing)

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 1

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Sir Fredric Jorensen, recently knighted for capturing the fearsome Dark Elf of Syron, was sitting in his brother’s spacious bedchamber, elbows propped on his knees, waiting for his brother to wake up. Keeping in mind how drunk Malgrid had gotten yesterday, he was not going to awaken any time soon. Fredric sighed, trying to hold down his impatience and frustration. He would wait as long as it took. Malgrid owed him an explanation. Drunk or sober, you didn’t throw such words lightly.

The knight glanced at the clock; it was almost ten. He wondered whether he should wake Malgrid and decided not to, for the servant’s sake. Malgrid must have been ridiculously harsh with his servants. The way that poor fellow’s eyes widened in fear as he begged Fredric not to enter the bedchamber… Fredric thought his brother was with a woman, but it turned out he wasn’t; he just hated to be bothered while he slept. Malgrid always liked to play royalty and order servants around, but not to such extent. His manners must have become worse since he was appointed the governor.

The thought of the appointment completed the circle, and once again brought the question up: Was there any truth to what Malgrid had said? The way it matched Fredric’s own gnawing doubts, there had to be.

"Don’t get too proud, brother. Your knighthood is no more deserved than my governorship."

Everyone seemed to silently agree that Malgrid was not the best choice for the governor—everyone except Malgrid himself, Fredric thought. But yesterday, in a bout of drunken honesty, his brother had admitted that even he understood he was not qualified for the position. That alone would have shocked Fredric enough; paired with the phrase about the knighthood, it had left him reeling.

What? What do you mean? he’d demanded, grabbing his brother’s arm, but Malgrid was too drunk to explain.

Fredric remembered the battle very well; he had replayed it in his mind many times, too. He knew he had given his all to the fight and nearly lost his life—twice, actually. Once was when the elf had first attacked and Fredric was overwhelmed by the sheer force of it; the enemy was incredibly strong and excellent with the blade. The second time was when Fredric had slipped. The elf was quick to lunge; Fredric was still amazed that he’d somehow managed to be even quicker and dodge the blow. He was exhausted when he had at last knocked the enemy down, pressed his sword arm to the ground with his knee and held the blade to his throat. The elf was panting as well, glaring at him with those hateful red eyes. He accepted his defeat and surrendered… but, somehow, Fredric couldn’t get rid of the feeling that the elf had something else up his sleeve. Something he chose not to use for some reason.

There was no other weapon found on him, and he was wounded. While being shackled, with daggers held to his neck and heart, he made no attempt to resist or break free. With time, Fredric almost convinced himself that his nagging doubt was unfounded. Almost.

And now Malgrid’s statement. Did he know something Fredric didn’t?

His brother’s terrified shriek jerked Fredric out of his thoughts. The knight jumped to his feet, ready to fend off an attack… but there wasn’t one. No one was here, only him and Malgrid, who was now awake, staring at him with a crazy look on his face, panting.

Goodness, Malgrid! It’s only me. What on earth?

His brother sat up and brought a shaking hand to his forehead.

"Darn it, Fredric. Don’t you ever do this again. Who

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