Song of the Bear (Print) (The Northlanders 2)
Author: Shelby Morgen
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 08274-02672
Genres: Action Adventure, Dark Fantasy, Futuristic, Print, Romance
Themes: Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Shapeshifters, Werewolves & Wolf Shifters
Series: The Northlanders (#2)
Book Length: Print
Page Count: 394
On the Island of Tir na nÓg, Tranorva comes face to face with her destiny. Her mission: free Clan Bear from slavery deep in the mines of Élahandara. Her party: a dead man, a thief, a madman, and a prophet. Together they share a vision for freedom that will not be held captive. They have nothing to lose -- but their lives.
In a land ruled by Magic, Prophecy has come full circle.
Take no prisoners. Leave no one behind. Élahandara must fall.
Author's Note: Northlanders 2 continues the saga of Tranorva and Élandine, begun in Northlanders 1: Way of The Wolf and encompasses the four single title novellas, previously released as Song of The Bear: A Mercenary's Prize, A Prisoner's Desire, A Sentinel's Secret, and A Bard's Prophecy. Characters from the novellas Too Hot To Handle, A Northlanders Tale, and The Summoning in Desire Island also appear in this story.
Ye would be well advised to read Way of The Wolf before ye read Song of The Bear.
"Wolves and Dragons and Bears, oh my! Erotic, suspenseful, and filled with surprises at every turn, Song of the Bear brings the enthralling saga begun in The Way of the Wolf to an unexpected but fitting conclusion. Or did it? Their world is stable for now, but what of the future? I guess we'll just have to wait and see. I recommend that you read these books... You'll be glad that you did!"
Song of the Bear (Box Set)
Second Edition
Shelby Morgen
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Copyright ©2017 Shelby Morgen
Excerpt from A Mercenary's Prize
He had the strangest feeling that he was floating, watching himself from a long way off. Surely that thing, that shell, couldn't really be him. His present form was so much lighter, so much less tied to the Earth.
He would have drifted away, but for the woman.
Her name came unbidden to his lips.
Tranorva.
He knew her, knew her in ways he could not precisely remember, knew the feel of her skin under his hand, the warmth of her breath on his ear, knew the sound of her voice calling to him.
She stood far forward on the ship's upper deck, looking out across the moonlit ocean toward the land he had once called home. She looked right at him, as if somehow she sensed his presence lingering near, although he knew by now that no one alive could actually see him.
Her words haunted him, stole a piece of his soul and bound it to her.
"I know Mother says ye are gone in spirit, and this thing is but an empty shell, yet I fear ye are instead trapped within, aware of all around ye and unable to tell me what ye would have me do."
'Twas not so far from the truth.
She reached back, pulling the corpse-like thing's arms about her, tears drenching her thick, dark lashes, making her eyes glisten like wet emeralds in the moonlight. "I miss ye so. Always ye have been here for me, guiding me, protecting me from myself. I do no' understand why ye chose as ye did, to sacrifice thyself rather than trust in my strength, but perhaps I do no' need to understand. I wish I was sure ye would wish to attempt this thing, to bring thy spirit back to the body it has deserted. If I have chosen wrong, and ye want no' the gift of the King should he decide to grant it, my spirit shall surely fly away with yours."
Sacrifice…
It was so hard to remember life in his mortal body. What had he done to cause this one so much pain? The only thing that felt real was the taste of her skin on his lips as he tried to comfort her. But she could not see him, could not feel his touch.
"I need ye, Élandine. I need ye now more than ever. My heart dies a thousand deaths a day without ye."
Élandine. He had been Élandine.
He had loved her.
That love was the one thing that could not die.
He slid slowly back into the thing that had once been his body, trying it on for size. An uncomfortable fit. Body and soul were not truly united, and it was all he could do to make her feel his presence.
"I love ye," Tranorva whispered, holding him tightly there in the darkness. "Forever and always, my heart."
And because she willed it, he began to remember…
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