Nephilym: The Nephilym Chronicles, #1

By Valerie Lillis

When a runner bearing urgent news falls dead at the king's door, the knights Carthys and Marik are sent to investigate. Dark magic is brewing in the village's ruins and Carthys rapidly finds himself alone with an unconscious survivor and surrounded by the enemy. Will his faith be enough, or will a mysterious survivor be the key to surviving?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Valerie Lillis
• Release date: Sep 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223167747

Valerie Lillis

Valerie was born and raised in Oklahoma, USA. In her youth, epic fantasy worlds such as the Dragonlance and Forgotten Realms worlds gave her an appetite for the darker side of fantasy where the heroes aren't always clean, and the villains aren't always the bad guys. Now she writes her own stories of how even tarnished heroes can try to bring some light into a very dark and dangerous world.

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NEPHILYM

By Valerie Lillis

To the friends and family that hold us up when we feel weak.

Nephilym by Valerie Lillis

Published by Valerie Lillis

https://lilliswrites.blogspot.com/  

Copyright © 2023 Valerie Lillis

All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permissions contact: [e-mail]

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Chapter Art Designed by Valerie Lillis

Table of Contents

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

About the Author

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The sketch of a white feather.

TARTHYS

Scarcely a day after Loriel’s Day, the harvest celebration, a young runner had died to deliver a message. Carthys found it tragic: ‘Foul magics at Tarthys,’ the lad had cried before falling to the king’s feet. None of the physicians were able to revive him. From what the knight had been told, it had been a good deal more exciting than watching for common pickpockets.

Now he was on the road to Tarthys, his sword brother at his side. Under King Almyr’s orders, they were to survey the town for magicians. If possible, they were to dispose of it themselves. Otherwise, there would be a regiment of knights waiting back at Lortain Keep, less than two days gallop from the village. Marik, as usual, was confident the task was beneath their stature:

We’re Knights of the Shimmering Court, Carthys. Not common witch hunters. How can you not see this as an insult?

Because I don’t care what the King needs of me. I exist to serve the Crown and the Cross. Right now, that means investigating a threat to both.

It’s scouts' work!

"He who serves shall be served in heaven." The scripture that rolled with practiced ease from Caryths’ tongue did little to bleed the red from his brother’s cheeks. However, it did manage to end the conversation, and for that he was grateful. It gave him time to collect his thoughts, time that ended when he noticed