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Book Information :
Genre: Military Fantasy
Author: John Marco
Name: Saints of the Sword
Series: Book Three of Tyrants and Kings
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John Marco




Book One of Tyrants and Kings
 Saints of the Sword


Prologue
Alazrian's mother had once said that the sound of rain was heaven singing.
Tonight, heaven was screaming.
Five days of rain had turned the roads of Aramoor to rivers and made the
grounds boggy around the Vantran house. It was spring, when this part of the
Empire endured countless thunderstorms. It was the time of year that
Alazrian's mother liked best. Soon, when the rains were gone, the gardens
would bloom with rosebuds, but she would not be around to see them. By the
time the first butterfly took wing, she would be long gone.
A distant blade of lightning flashed outside the castle window. Alazrian
watched it dispassionately. The torch on the wall bounced shadows across
the hall. The rain beyond the misty glass was coming down sideways. He was
glad his grandfather wasn't still on the road. In the morning the storm would
have passed; his grandfather could make it back to Talistan then. He wouldn't
be staying long. Just long enough to see his daughter die. Alazrian pondered