{"product_id":"9782765903888","title":"The Trident Society","description":"\u003cp\u003ePrologue-A tyranny ago\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe dawn sky was stained with blood. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMasked scanned the sky sharply. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA kestrel was being tormented by the slaughtering gales.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe transfixed his sockets on it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRelaxing his belt, he clutched the poniard suspended from it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFive gruelling marks of crimson from afresh were the source of the corpses sprawled ruthlessly over his shoulders.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey were the ruins of the evidence. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThey were the ones that would warn the Authorities of his breeding vengeance on the prophesised heir.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAlready Cleavestone had been assassinated whilst at the banquet room, Masked threatening a trusted man of the Veiled Five to forge a betrayal by stabbing him in the back by surprise. Later the man, Moranin, a secretive disciple of Masked had broken out of the Roshcvain Prisons and, once again, threatened lethally by Masked, united into Masked’s thriving forces. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe held its blade up to the sun luringly. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGreed filled the kestrel’s eyes. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt swooped.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIts beak was unlatched, a ravenous forked tongue rearing at the kill.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe kestrel had torn apart the dishwater mist that overhung the hilltops. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt further descended from the skies. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMasked whistled fluently over the warring storm.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAfter a slowing, fluttering motion it perched itself over Masked’s shoulder.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe kestrel’s beak seemed to cringe aback, uncomfortable, but then grappled the kill with greed-filled eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMasked had starved it for the last fortnight, depriving it for its failure of gathering the Locket.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAfter it had satisfied its hunger, it plummeted to the ground and shape shifted into the Albino Bengal Tiger he preferred to use as his form.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Gladiatorial,” he hissed softly, “where is the Locket.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe cat prodded a chained ornament forward.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMasked unfastened the lid.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere basked the legendary Shaman’s Recipe upon his gauntlet.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I have been a golem-bound far too long. The Tongue will be my name; Wolftongue. All will fear my presence and I will avenge the one whose Ancestor has sculpted me as a mere library of stone, a golem. He is the descendant of John Murder, Cleavestone. But he is tragically dead. I unfortunately did not get to do the honours. But I am determined to. I made a miscalculation-his wife’s pregnancy. But I could work this to my advantage; the heir to the throne will be the one to assassinate myself and fulfil my vengeance. The Shaman’s Recipe will be destroyed. All’s hope of rebelling against my prolonged vengeance will be in vain,” he cocked his bicorne arrogantly.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMasked sheathed his poniard, dwarfed by a larger rapier skinning the air.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA grin was evident through the slitted iron mask.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe plunged the rapier downward into the shrieking parchment. It perished into ashen remains. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e After a blinding flare of radiance besieging the shire, all the surroundings were turned to forbidding stone-cold wastelands.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut Masked’s soulless statue was all that stood stone-bound. His soul possessed a ruler, an avenger. The iron-faced Tongue…\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Osmora Inc.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47184280191216,"sku":"9782765903888","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9782765903888_p0.jpg?v=1763706482","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9782765903888","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}