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Mage Hunter: Episode 4: Hammered Iron
Mage Hunter: Episode 4: Hammered Iron
Mage Hunter: Episode 4: Hammered Iron
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Mage Hunter: Episode 4: Hammered Iron

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Sergeant Guthrie Hackett finds himself the prisoner of Lord Verkain, King of Kobalos. Can Guthrie escape? Are his companions still alive? And what role does Verkain play in the war between Ursia and the barbaric Dartague?

More importantly, Guthrie soon suspects the knights who are his companions have learned he is a mage. This could spell his death. But first he has to escape Verkain and find his way out of a wilderness teaming with the Dartague enemy.

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LanguageEnglish
PublisherTy Johnston
Release dateOct 6, 2012
ISBN9781301886425
Mage Hunter: Episode 4: Hammered Iron
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Ty Johnston

Originally from Kentucky, Ty Johnston is a former newspaper journalist. He lives in North Carolina with loving memories of his late wife.Blog: tyjohnston.blogspot.com

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    Mage Hunter - Ty Johnston

    MAGE HUNTER

    Part IV of V: Hammered Iron

    by Ty Johnston

    a Monumental Works Group author

    Copyright 2012 by L. M. Press

    visit the author’s website: tyjohnston.blogspot.com

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    for Moses

    1,913 years After Ashal (A.A.)

    Chapter 1

    A splash of water to the face brought Guthrie around. He sputtered and spat as he snapped awake, his eyes blinking, his thoughts reeling. Where was he? What had happened? Crawling through his memories was like trudging through mud, his head fuzzy and his vision blurred. But as his eyes focused upon the dark figure leaning over him, he began to recall the recent past.

    He had been traveling with two knights of the Holy Order of the Gauntlet, Zanbra and Kroff. They had been surrounded by Kobalan troops of many numbers, the king of those troops suggesting they surrender. If not for the baby he carried in his arms, the recently-born child of a Dartague wyrd woman, Guthrie might have put up a fight. But as things turned out, he did not have to fight. His companions did that for him, their swords scraping free of their sheaths and swinging for Kobalan heads.

    The combat had been brief, though a half dozen soldiers in black armor had fallen before it was completed. Zanbra and Kroff had shown more skill with their blades than Sergeant Guthrie Hackett had witnessed from any other fighters in his decade of military service. Yet it was not enough. The Kobalan king had called out, I want them alive! The soldiers had merely swamped the two knights, throwing themselves from their horses to tackle Zanbra and Kroff to the ground.

    Several spears had been aimed at the sergeant during the conflict, but he had not bothered to move. He had a newborn in his arms. There was no way he could fight and protect the child at the same time. Still, a burly rider in black had steered near Guthrie and lashed out with a club, knocking away the sergeant’s helm. There had been pain like lightning to Guthrie’s skull, then a perception of falling, the stone ground rushing up.

    That had been the last thing the sergeant remembered.

    Now he sat, his arms and legs stiff, roped to a chair. He tossed back his head, wincing at the pain of the sizable lump atop his crown, and stared into the unblinking black eyes of a long, thin, pale face with dark hair rushing back from the forehead. About that face was a golden aura, signs of magic only witnessed by Guthrie himself because of a gift or curse placed upon him by an ice witch.

    I see you are alive after all, said the pale man, Lord Verkain, King of Kobalos. He chuckled and stood straight, towering over the seated Ursian. This is a good thing. I was afraid I would have to flay one of my best sergeants for his impulsiveness.

    Guthrie blinked again and stared about. He found himself in a chamber about thirty by thirty feet square, the walls a floating black cloth. He was inside a tent, the sound of the wind flapping against the dark canvas further evidence of this. There was a heavy table of red wood several feet in front of him, atop it a burning oil lamp of bronze, several sheets of vellum, a stone bottle with a feathered quill sticking from its top. As the sergeant scanned the surface of the table, he also recognized his helmet and weapons belt with its iron-headed mace and dagger. Beyond the table was another chair, weighty and large. He almost laughed, feeling sorry for the poor bastards who had to lug their lord’s furnishings into the wilderness.

    For the wilderness was where Guthrie presumed himself to be located. There was the tent itself and the wind to give weight to this notion, but he could also hear the familiar noises of an encampment beyond the dark, flexible walls. Men shuffled about. Horses stuttered. Metal scraped against metal, either cooking implements or weapons being sharpened. There were orders being given, shouts made, even the simple talk of soldiers with soldiers. Guthrie could only understand about half of

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