On the unforgiving streets of Karad, Veron grows up hungry, inexperienced, and stealing just to survive. After tragedy strikes, he is forced to decide what path his life will take.
Opportunity arises when he discovers the last survivor of a secret organization called the Shadow Knights. Apprenticed to learn their ways, Veron begins to develop abilities he never dreamed he could have.
Meanwhile, an enemy from across the mountains comes to destroy their kingdom’s way of life, and the Shadow Knights are the only ones able to stop him. As Veron fights to survive the city, he prepares to face his destiny.
Standing in the balcony doorway, silhouetted by the moonlight, were three figures wearing hooded cloaks. Merrick couldn’t see their faces obscured by shadows, but all three held swords and stood ready to fight.
“Merrick Ryd?” said a female voice coming from a slender figure with long hair escaping their hood.
“Who are you?” Merrick puffed out his chest, masking his unease. How did they get past my walls and guards? How did they get up here?
The figures moved toward him, but Merrick’s men stepped in the way, drawing their swords.
The intruders halted, and the tallest one with broad shoulders said in a deep voice, “Our issue is not with you men. Leave now if you do not wish to die.”
Ryd’s men laughed. The mocking response echoed off the walls of the stone room and settled Merrick’s disquiet. His men fanned out and surrounded the intruders while Merrick watched from outside the circle.
“Very well,” the tall man said. The three figures stood back-to-back, crouched with their swords pointed outward above their heads.
Adriel moved first, swinging to knock the woman’s sword out of the way. Expecting to hear the clash of steel, Merrick gasped as the weapon hit nothing but air, and the woman’s blade already stuck into Adriel’s chest.
How did she do that? I didn’t even see her move. Merrick inched his way backward. Something’s not right here.
As he tried to understand what happened, all three figures moved like blurred shadows. Before his men could react, they fell victim to the intruders’ lightning-fast swords, receiving fatal wounds one by one. Cries of anguish erupted as blood sprayed through the air. Merrick blinked in time to see the woman pull her sword from the neck of the last of his defenders. The entire fight was over before Adriel’s short body even hit the ground.
Thank you, Michael Webb and Love Books Group
About the Author
Michael Webb is a fantasy author and avid reader who lives in Atlanta, GA in the US. His debut novel, The Last Shadow Knight, is the first of a planned trilogy that he is currently working to finish. Michael is happily married going on eighteen years and has one son in middle school. Outside of writing, he enjoys, running, watching movies, hiking, and travelling.