I especially want to thank Tod Goldberg, teacher, mentor, and writer, who not only opened all the right doors, but shoved me through them and John Schimmel, Jody Heaston, Sara Robinson, and David Elliott, who were with me for the entire birthing process. Just like giving birth, a project of this size and magnitude (not to mention blood, sweat and tears) is more of a joint effort man solo performance, and my gratitude to all who put up with me as I started my way through it. Unless Rabbit can keep his cool and learn the rules of a game he's never wanted to play. For he's been keeping another secret about himself. It's enough to make even the calmest Border-born angry. Smugglers from Iversterre have been making runs into the Border, killing its sacred beings. Laurel needs Rabbit's help to stop a war. And their chance meeting is nothing of the kind. Turns out he's not just some poor Border farm boy turned trooper, but the son of Iversterre nobility. The Faena, a mountain cat named Laurel, blows Rabbit's cover. But help comes from an unexpected source: a Faena-or "magical"-from the Border kingdom. A lost grunt, seeing as how his unit can't seem to find its way out of the mountains. Text Size- 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24Ī horse soldier, Rabbit is nothing but a grunt in the Royal Army of Iversterre.
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