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By Elizabeth Haydon

A FELLOWSHIP OF THREE

To stand opposed to the F'dor-- an old, vile being rationale on destroying the world-- a fellowship has been solid: Rhapsody, a Singer of serious expertise and wonder; Achmed, an murderer with unearthly abilities; and Grunthor, a huge of jolly disposition and deadly ability with guns.

Driven by means of prophetic visions, the 3 be aware of that point is working brief, comprehend that they have to locate their elusive enemy ahead of his darkness consumes all of them. yet after their ultimate, brutal disagreement with the F'dor, their international crosses the brink of catastrophe and faces utter oblivion. The motion reaches a fevered pitch, reaching a crescendo of tragedy, love, and triumph of human spirit over world-shattering cataclysm.

With dying handy and the realm crumbling at their ft, those 3 will ultimately observe their actual ...

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