The
Wolf Lord
Book One of the
Wolf Lord Saga
Robert A. Fee
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The Wolf Lord
Book One of the Wolf Lord Saga
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Published by: Farsen Publishing
Copyright ©2012 by Robert A. Fee
ISBN: 978-0-9856650-0-5
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Cover Art by: Michel Bohbot www.mbohbot.com
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First Edition: September, 2012
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To my friend Jerrilyn for believing
My sister Pam for listening
My niece Chanda for her critique
And in memory of Sean
Table of Contents
Farsen. 6
The Lake. 30
Lyanthor53
The Fallen. 116
The Captain. 131
The Courtyard. 198
The Visit248
Reunion. 282
Tír yn nÓc. 305
The Goddess. 374
The Gauntlet394
The Tournament434
Challenges. 453
Memories Past507
Celebration. 593
Fishing. 635
Twists & Turns. 667
The Wolf Lord
Farsen
“See something?”
“I’m not sure.” The sentry continued staring into the shadows below. He had seen motion out of the corner of his eye from atop the wall. Perhaps he was mistaken. No, there it was again, movement near the gate! The commander was about to sound the alarm when a bird leapt into the air with a flap of its wings. “Just an owl,” the sentry said shaking his head. A wolf howled in the distance and a cold wind blew off the mountains. “Brrr, the Val’een isn’t whispering tonight!”
The commander cursed the biting wind, but continued peering into the shadows. They were down there somewhere; of that he was certain. Farsen's flag fluttering in the wind drew his eye. Seeing it framed within the light of the moon called an old adage to mind. The Val'een stopped blowing and a glimmer of light appeared in the east. "I better get going, it’ll be light soon."
