The Tales of the Wanderer Volume One: A Book of Underrealm (The Underrealm Volumes 4) Garrett Robinson (poetry books to read TXT) 📖

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Copyright

The Books of Underrealm

Dedication

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Blood Lust

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

SEVENTEEN

EIGHTEEN

NINETEEN

TWENTY

TWENTY-ONE

TWENTY-TWO

TWENTY-THREE

TWENTY-FOUR

TWENTY-FIVE

TWENTY-SIX

TWENTY-SEVEN

TWENTY-EIGHT

TWENTY-NINE

THIRTY

THIRTY-ONE

THIRTY-TWO

THIRTY-THREE

THIRTY-FOUR

THIRTY-FIVE

THIRTY-SIX

THIRTY-SEVEN

THIRTY-EIGHT

THIRTY-NINE

FORTY

FORTY-ONE

EPILOGUE

Stone Heart

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

SEVENTEEN

EIGHTEEN

NINETEEN

TWENTY

TWENTY-ONE

TWENTY-TWO

TWENTY-THREE

TWENTY-FOUR

TWENTY-FIVE

TWENTY-SIX

TWENTY-SEVEN

TWENTY-EIGHT

TWENTY-NINE

THIRTY

THIRTY-ONE

THIRTY-TWO

THIRTY-THREE

THIRTY-FOUR

THIRTY-FIVE

THIRTY-SIX

THIRTY-SEVEN

THIRTY-EIGHT

THIRTY-NINE

FORTY

FORTY-ONE

FORTY-TWO

FORTY-THREE

FORTY-FOUR

FORTY-FIVE

FORTY-SIX

FORTY-SEVEN

FORTY-EIGHT

FORTY-NINE

FIFTY

EPILOGUE

Hell Skin

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

SEVENTEEN

EIGHTEEN

NINETEEN

TWENTY

TWENTY-ONE

TWENTY-TWO

TWENTY-THREE

TWENTY-FOUR

TWENTY-FIVE

TWENTY-SIX

TWENTY-SEVEN

TWENTY-EIGHT

TWENTY-NINE

THIRTY

THIRTY-ONE

THIRTY-TWO

THIRTY-THREE

THIRTY-FOUR

THIRTY-FIVE

THIRTY-SIX

THIRTY-SEVEN

THIRTY-EIGHT

THIRTY-NINE

FORTY

FORTY-ONE

FORTY-TWO

FORTY-THREE

FORTY-FOUR

FORTY-FIVE

FORTY-SIX

FORTY-SEVEN

FORTY-EIGHT

FORTY-NINE

FIFTY

EPILOGUE

ADDENDUM A

Of Weremage, Their Techniques and Training

Of Kaita and the Land of Tokana

The Legend of Meldin

ADDENDUM B

The Calendar of Underrealm

Timeline of Events

ADDENDUM C

The Family Telfer

The Family Adair

The Family Lemstad

ADDENDUM D

Notes from the Shade Hideout in Lan Shui

Wojin's Declaration of Independence

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Thank You to My Patrons

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About the Author

TALES OF THE WANDERER VOLUME ONE

Garrett Robinson

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THE NIGHTBLADE EPIC

NIGHTBLADE

MYSTIC

DARKFIRE

SHADEBORN

WEREMAGE

YERRIN

THE ACADEMY JOURNALS

THE ALCHEMIST’S TOUCH

THE MINDMAGE’S WRATH

THE FIREMAGE’S VENGEANCE

TALES OF THE WANDERER

BLOOD LUST

STONE HEART

HELL SKIN

THE RESURRECTION CYCLE

LIFEMAGE DAWNING

THE TENTH KINGDOM

A CLOAK OF RED

THE CHRONICLES OF UNDERREALM: COLLECTION ONE

CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

NIGHTBLADE

MYSTIC

DARKFIRE

SHADEBORN

BLOOD LUST

THE ALCHEMIST’S TOUCH

STONE HEART

THE MINDMAGE’S WRATH

WEREMAGE

THE FIREMAGE’S VENGEANCE

HELL SKIN

YERRIN

A CLOAK OF RED

THE CHRONICLES OF UNDERREALM: COLLECTION ONE

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Sun had long ago decided that she would rather be adventurous than sensible. That was why she was wandering the streets of a small Dorsean town in the middle of the night. She had not heard the town’s name; she rather doubted anyone in her parents’ retinue had bothered to learn it. They had passed through a dozen towns just like it, and they would pass through a dozen more before the end of their journey.

She did not look forward to that end. But then, it had never mattered to her parents what Sun wanted. She was the daughter of a noble family, and she was expected to do as she was told—at least until she herself became the head of her house. That was the cruel joke of a noble’s fate. It came in two halves: for the first half, they were utterly subservient; and then one day, the second half began, and everyone else became subservient to them.

Sun wanted nothing to do with any of it. After nineteen years, she no longer had a child’s enjoyment of a noble’s life. She was old enough to know where it would lead.

It had been over two weeks ago that Sun had first snuck out of the camp, and she had repeated the venture in each new town along the way. Mother never noticed. Even Sun’s personal guards had been surprisingly easy to avoid. But the royal procession had been on the road for weeks now, and Sun guessed that the endless journey made everyone weary.

Not often did Sun ask herself just why she kept slipping away from the others. She had a vague sense that she was searching for something, but she had no idea what it might be. And so she told herself she only wanted an adventure.

Most of the time, that was easy to believe.

As she strolled the streets, she kept a cautious eye out for any signs of black and gold uniforms—the colors of her house—but saw nothing. She herself had carefully chosen a cloak of muted blue and skins trimmed in the same color. Too, she had worn sturdy traveling boots that would withstand the mud, for the streets of the town were soaked.

Free to wander the town as she wished, she found herself unsure of what to do. At this late hour, there were no shops open. The streets were nearly empty, and the few passersby moved quickly with their heads down against the chill. There were no children playing outside.

Only the taverns were still open. Sun paused in her walk, staring at an open door. Through it poured firelight and voices that floated on the air half-heard, like Elves murmuring in the mist. That thought made her shiver, and she pulled her fine cloak tighter around her shoulders.

Dare she enter? Sun looked uneasily down the street in both directions. She had not gone drinking in any of the other towns. Yes, it would be an adventure, but visiting a tavern in a faraway kingdom might be a bit too risky, even for her. She was no stranger to ale or mead, but she always drank in her family’s home, where a host of soldiers were on hand to ensure her safety. She did not have enough coin in her pocket to be worth killing for, but a thief