The Bone Trail (The Wyrmeweald Trilogy)

By Paul Stewart, Chris Riddell

From the creators of the sting Chronicles comes the exciting end to the epic saga of Wyrmeweald!
The bone path litters the barren lands of the wyrmeweald with the is still of dragon-like wyrmes, fortune-hunting kith bandits, and wyrme-protecting relatives assassins alike—all viciously slaughtered within the ugly quest for gold and power.
Micah and his associates have battled tirelessly opposed to the kith bandits to guard the winged wyrmes. however the kith are becoming bolder, trapping and killing wyrmes to take purely their little flameoil sacs, then leaving the our bodies to rot. eventually, deep within the center of the weald, the whitewyrme has despatched out a choice to hands. The wyrmes are getting ready for conflict, able to guard their domestic and themselves.
This could be warfare on each entrance: Wyrme opposed to kith. Kith opposed to family. Even wyrme opposed to wyrme. and previous fortune-hunter Micah, now wyrme protector, needs to arrange for the struggle of his existence . . .

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Prepare to maneuver out! ’ he bellowed, his arms cupped to his mouth as he strode purposefully on as much as front of the column. He became and peered backtrack the road of heavily-laden greywyrmes. ‘I acknowledged, prepare! ’ At his command, the wyrmehandlers gripped the harnesses in their greywyrmes, pulled themselves up into their neck-saddles and took a carry of the reins, whereas underneath them the settlers hitched backpacks onto their shoulders. A muttering of voices rose to an expectant babble. Feeling higher than ever, Solomon approached his personal greywyrme, which as befitted his prestige was once the largest and most powerful of the hundred and one creatures. a pacesetter, like himself. The lined load upon its again towered part as excessive back as any of the opposite wyrmes, whereas the padded neck-saddle had a magnificent harpoon-loaded sidewinder fixed on its pommel. ‘All set? ’ Solomon referred to as again. ‘All set, boss,’ the wyrmehandlers referred to as out alongside the road. Solomon regarded up on the greywyrme, and marvelled at simply how a lot the creature used to be capable of hold. Bundles of harpoon bolts; sidewinders, greased and wrapped in tarpaulin; wyrmeharnesses by means of the dozen; whips, spikes, axes and swords – adequate to equip a small military, which was once precisely what Solomon meant to do as soon as he’d dumped those settlers out within the grasslands to fend for themselves. Then he’d catch up with Israel Dagg and his gang, and go back to the recent stockade with extra kith, extra wyrmes, and repeat the method. quickly, Solomon Tallow reckoned, he’d be best guy within the excessive kingdom, as robust as any of the lords backtrack at the plains. He was once approximately to climb up into the neck-saddle while he paused. whatever was once lacking. Or quite, an individual. ‘Where’s Lint? ’ he demanded to at least one of the wyrmehandlers, the nice humour draining out of him like water from a bathtub. The handler grew to become, shrugged, his dirty fingernails scratching via his disheveled hair. ‘He ain’t here,’ he acknowledged. ‘I can see that,’ Solomon snapped. ‘Question is, why no longer? ’ He seemed again alongside the road, looking in useless for a sight of the younger service provider. Then he mounted his difficult indignant gaze at the wyrmehandler. ‘Find him, Enoch, and fetch him. ’ Thirty-Seven Nathaniel Lint reached for the pewter jug and, attempting to regular his shaking arms, tipped the dregs of the fairway liquor into his tumbler. He raised it and surveyed it blearily, then closed one eye in an try to make the double-image fuse into one – and, while it's going to now not, he tired the liquor anyways. ‘I’m drunk,’ he admitted to himself, and giggled. His inebriation had undergone quite a few levels, transferring from regret to self-pity, to a burning rage that Garth Temple were so silly. It used to be his personal fault that he hadn’t spotted the spigot have been tampered with. Maker above, the fellow was once imagined to be knowledgeable. He was once the only responsible for his dying – and for leaving him, Nathaniel, on the mercy of that monster Tallow. Then his temper had shifted back, and he’d laughed out loud, conscious of Lizzie the tavern-woman looking at him, and never being concerned.

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