The Sword of Avara. Ona of Ozmora
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- ISBN8201701178
- EAN9798201701178
- Date de parution02/07/2022
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- ÉditeurJL
Résumé
Ona meets Takari for the first time while exploring a cave. After quickly becoming friends, they stumble together into a hidden chamber, where a legendary sword awaits. --Ona had been called in secret to Pylia to heal the queen's daughter and only heir. She had succeeded, and today, all of Realm Callimor was celebrating. Humans danced in the streets, waved streamers, beat drums. The princess lived! But because it was illegal among humans to employ the services of an elven, no one would ever know how such a miracle had occurred. --With her great size and enormous strength, the eemore could have punched her way through the walls for all Ona knew.
But in reality, the beast woman had likely wiggled her comical way through the narrow passages, intent on licking moss from the walls with her long, slimy, pink tongue. The cavern they stood in was abundant in the bright purple moss. Most of it had been licked flat, presumably by the eemore, whose tongue was purple from the venture. Her tongue slapped out, and she licked her eye, paused to dig a long black nail in her ear, another in her nose. Ona held back a laugh: it had long been debated among the o'eka whether or not the eemore people had indeed once ruled Allaca.
The eemore's behavior ? as it picked its nose with delight ? was not very convincing.
But in reality, the beast woman had likely wiggled her comical way through the narrow passages, intent on licking moss from the walls with her long, slimy, pink tongue. The cavern they stood in was abundant in the bright purple moss. Most of it had been licked flat, presumably by the eemore, whose tongue was purple from the venture. Her tongue slapped out, and she licked her eye, paused to dig a long black nail in her ear, another in her nose. Ona held back a laugh: it had long been debated among the o'eka whether or not the eemore people had indeed once ruled Allaca.
The eemore's behavior ? as it picked its nose with delight ? was not very convincing.























