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The Skull Trees
The Skull Trees
The Skull Trees
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RIDMARK ARBAN was once an honored Swordbearer. Now he is a disgraced exile, outcast and alone.

To redeem himself, he seeks the secret of the return of the Frostborn, guarded by the mysterious Elder Shamans of Qazaluuskan Forest.

But the Shamans hold their secrets tightly, and their guardians might kill Ridmark before he draws near...

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Release dateJul 4, 2016
ISBN9781310241116
The Skull Trees
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Jonathan Moeller

Standing over six feet tall, Jonathan Moeller has the piercing blue eyes of a Conan of Cimmeria, the bronze-colored hair of a Visigothic warrior-king, and the stern visage of a captain of men, none of which are useful in his career as a computer repairman, alas.He has written the "Demonsouled" trilogy of sword-and-sorcery novels, and continues to write the "Ghosts" sequence about assassin and spy Caina Amalas, the "$0.99 Beginner's Guide" series of computer books, and numerous other works.Visit his website at:http://www.jonathanmoeller.comVisit his technology blog at:http://www.jonathanmoeller.com/screed

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    The Skull Trees - Jonathan Moeller

    THE SKULL TREES

    Jonathan Moeller

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    The Skull Trees

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    RIDMARK ARBAN was once an honored Swordbearer. Now he is a disgraced exile, outcast and alone.

    To redeem himself, he seeks the secret of the return of the Frostborn, guarded by the mysterious Elder Shamans of Qazaluuskan Forest.

    But the Shamans hold their secrets tightly, and their guardians might kill Ridmark before he draws near...

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    The Skull Trees

    Copyright 2016 by Jonathan Moeller.

    Smashwords Edition.

    Cover image copyright Konstik | Dreamstime.com | Dreamstime.com - Ancient Engraved Battle Axe Photo.

    Ebook edition published July 2016.

    All Rights Reserved.

    This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination, or, if real, used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the express written permission of the author or publisher, except where permitted by law.

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    The Skull Trees

    Ridmark Arban had spent two days trying to find a way to cross the river, and so far he had failed.

    Granted, he hadn’t expected to find a river here.

    The Qazaluuskan Forest was vast, as large as a third of the realm of Andomhaim itself, and its interior had never been mapped. The tribes of Qazaluuskan orcs often killed intruders and raised their corpses as undead creatures in service to Qazalask, the orcish blood god of death. Across Andomhaim, the Qazaluuskan Forest was a place of dread and fear, and only the mad or the bold dared to cross its borders.

    Ridmark wasn’t sure which one he was. Mad, probably. But also desperate. He knew that the Frostborn were returning, though he did not know how they would return. No one in Andomhaim knew, and no one in the High King’s realm believed him.

    But the Elder Shamans of the Qazaluuskan Forest knew secrets forgotten by all others, lore that had otherwise been buried in the dust of history. From them, Ridmark might learn the truth. He had heard rumors that the Elder Shamans lived on the far side of the Qazaluuskan Forest, in the foothills of the Lion Mountains, and so Ridmark had set off to find them. He had expected to fight Qazaluuskan orcs and undead creatures and worse things.

    He had not expected to find his path stymied by a river.

    The river was at least two hundred yards across, and swimming to the far bank was not an option. Pale serpents of a sort that Ridmark had never seen before lived in the water, and the first time he had stripped down, wrapped his

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