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Genre: High/Epic Fantasy
Author: Sean Russell
Name: Isle of Battle
Series: Book Two of The SwanтАЩs War
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Sean Russell
THE ISLE OF BATTLE
Book Two of The SwanтАЩs War



One

Torches guttered and flared, haloed in the mist that boiled above the river. No body had
surfaced, though that was of little comfort to Prince Michael of Innes. He walked knee
deep in the slow-moving river, feeling the mud give softly beneath his boots, half afraid
that he would stumble over Elise Wills motionless on the bottom.
"What a foolish act!" he whispered to himself. Foolish and desperate, but had he not
considered the same thing himself? Escape from HafyddтАФescape at all costs.
He found the whole evening strange and unreal. Even his feelings seemed veiled, as
though this same cold mist was all that moved within his heart. Elise was gone... yet he
didn't believe it. Her own father had said she couldn't swim. She'd gone into the river
rather than let their marriage serve Hafydd and his ambitions. Rather than marry me, the
Prince reminded himself.
Voices sounded along the shore, muffled in the murk, but there was no elation in those
calls, no sudden joyful discovery to blow the clinging mist from his heart.
The Prince set one foot down in the ooze, then the other. A of anger made itself felt,
though distant and unformed. He cursed Hafydd under his breath, the words swirling out
in a fine mist.

A blunt-ended punt loomed out of the fog, its masked and costumed inhabitants drawing
quick breams of surprise as the prince appeared in the haze: a man, strangely costumed
walking on water. A ghost. After all the madness at the Renn├й Ball, a ghost should have
been expected.