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Thirty years ago, two teenagers arrived in Tranthaea and saved the world. Now, the Keepers believe they have secured a lasting peace. But evil does not sleep forever…
A forgotten threat lurks on the borders of Tranthaea. Hidden traitors plot from within. And an old enemy watches all, waiting for the perfect time to strike. Enter Hiari White and Aiden Swift. Torn from their lives and transported to a fantastic new world, Aiden and Hiari are thrown into the middle of a centuries-old conflict that seems destined to end in disaster. There is only one thing that can save them all: a long-lost pair of ancient weapons with astonishing powers. Unfortunately, the two teens are not the only people who have heard the legends… Battling their enemies, their pasts, and their fears, Hiari and Aiden struggle to stay alive, uncover the truth, and find their places in this incredible world. But when everyone has an ulterior motive, how can they tell friend from foe? With two unbelievable weapons missing somewhere in Tranthaea, the hunt is on. |
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After the success of the first instalment in J.R. Vikse's new youth fantasy series, The Keeper Chronicles: Playing with Fire, this highly-anticipated second volume will certainly not disappoint. The story continues, and Tranthaea awaits, filled with more action, adventure, and fantastic creatures.
This amazing trilogy is perfect for fans of The Chronicles of Narnia and the Harry Potter series. With his trademark wit and well-drawn characters, Vikse creates an incredible new world like nothing you've ever seen before. Prepare to return to the world of Tranthaea. Cover Design by Hey You Media. |
In Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Wager, Vytus sings a haunting, martial funereal march that expresses the despair and hope of an enslaved people yearning for freedom. The music and lyrics are below..From over land and air we come at last,
carrying burdens weighing down our flights. The dead fly with us, pulling at our past until we fail and feel the mountain heights press sharp against our chests with freedom’s call. Oh, let us go, let us go. Then fall we to the ground and sink below to live in graves and pay our mortal debt. Yet up above, flames of the future glow and bid us rise again and endure yet, for holding to the past is certain death. Oh, let us go, let us go. We struggle with the chains that bind and tie, for each link that we break is who we are and histories reforge them as we cry. But break we down the walls that block and bar to see the brilliant light that shines above. Oh, let us go, let us go. Then presently we leave the ghosts behind and stagger forward, free of added weight. Our destiny ours alone to define, our wings we spread again to lift us straight and to the clouds we come back home again. Oh, let us go, let us go. |
