Hammer of God (Godspeaker Trilogy, Book 3)
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In Ethrea, Rhian sits upon a precarious throne. Defiant dukes who won't accept her rule threaten the stability of her kingdom. Dexterity has been banished from her court in disgrace. The blue-haired slave Zandakar, the man she thought was her friend, has been revealed as the son of a woman sworn to destroy her world. And Rhian's husband, King Alasdair, is unsure of her love.
The trading nations refuse to believe Mijak is a threat, and promise reprisals if she dares protect her realm. Only Emperor Han of mysterious Tzhung-tzhungchai knows that the danger from Mijak is real.
But is he an ally, or an enemy in disguise? As she struggles to learn the truth, and keep her embattled crown, the murderous warhost of Mijak advances ...
THE HAMMER OF GOD is the stunning finale in the Godspeaker trilogy, the new fantasy blockbuster from an author who is taking the fantasy world by storm.
He struck her so hard he burst her beautiful blue eye. He struck her so hard he broke her slender neck. Yuma fell to the dock like one of Dexterity's puppets. She fell to the dock, she did not move again. Dimmi stared at Yuma as though he could not believe her dead. As though he could not remember killing her. As though none of this was real. Zandakar felt the grief in his throat. But it is real, it is real. Here is my father, dead in my arms. There is my dead mother, all of this is real. On
is God.” He shivered. “And wherever there's evil, there's Mijak?” “In a way. Every light throws a shadow, my love.” He fell silent a little time, considering that. “You make it sound simple. But I suspect God is far more complicated than that. I suspect he's not even really a ‘he’. Is he?” Hettie smiled again, and kissed him. “Oh, Dex. You'll find out, one day.” “So…it is over, then?” he asked her. “The world's safe? The world's saved?” “Yes, my love. It's safe and saved. At least…for now.”
the castle.” He wiped his hands on his trousers; sweat was turning the dirt to mud. “What bit of the castle?” “The Grand Ballroom,” said Idson, after a moment. As though saying that much was a betrayal of state secrets. Not the dungeons, then. She's not putting me back there, to keep company with Zandakar. The bubble of resentment persisted. “She needs me, does she?” “What Her Majesty needs or doesn't need is not for me to say.” Idson took a suggestive step backwards. “The queen is waiting,
gestured him out. In silence he followed the commander inside and through a maze of ground floor corridors until they reached a set of magnificently carved, gilded and painted double doors guarded by a full skein of Idson's finest men. They saluted when they saw their commander. “The Grand Ballroom,” said Idson, with a sideways glance. “Her Majesty waits within. Are you prepared, Mister Jones?” No, of course he wasn't. But there was no point in saying that, so he shrugged. “Yes. I suppose.”
warlike expectations. Because when the matter of the dukes was dealt with, there was Mijak… She felt herself shiver, felt the nape of her neck crawl. I'm not ready. I can't do this. God, why did you choose me? I think you've made a mistake. “Edward,” said Alasdair, looking at her. Knowing her fear. “Her Majesty needs no instruction. She was tutored by a king.” Edward nodded, saying nothing. But she thought she could hear his thoughts, and those of Rudi and Adric. Perhaps she was, but she has