Tamlane – Prisoner of the Queen of the Fairies – 2. Release
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Natalie Yacobson. Tamlane – Prisoner of the Queen of the Fairies – 2. Release
Rose Girls
A Friend of Magical Creatures
Wishes in Chains
Fairy Girlfriend
Gloomy Captivity
Masks of golden leaves and flowers
Tournament for Elves
The enchantment is locked up
Black Rainbow
Sorcery in the branches of the jasmine
Supernatural Pursuit
The Ball Game
Tapestry of Amaranta
The water mirror
Golden Copy
Water elves and fire elves
Black Lungwort
Rainbow and Blackness
Fairies’ Queen’s Mantel
Lover’s Ribbon
Enchanted Steel
At the Crossroads of Three Roads
A happy ending
Threat
The War of the Fairies
Traces of Magic
Keys to Forbidden Doors
Scarlet and White Roses
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The dagger with the emeralds was the only means of self-defense Janet had. It might not be enough if a pack of wolves or any monsters surrounded her.
The woods grew quite dark, but the glowing fruit in her hands was a substitute for a lantern. At least it was of some use.
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Janet ran her hand across his chest, cautiously, and almost grazed herself on the sharp scales of his armor. «It resembled a dragon cast in steel, taking the size of a human body.»
«They are not steel,» he protested. «They are of a material only the Zwerg can mine. An ancestor made a pact with them and was given the armor as a gift. They make a warrior invincible and as strong as a dragon, but not everyone can wear them. The dragon armor chooses who gets to wear it. The armor, safely locked in the armory, seemed to call to me, and I took it without asking. I put it on with difficulty. The steel dragon seemed to resist me. But strength came afterwards, and devilish strength. I had won the war. Legends began to be made of my strength. And then on the way back to my father’s castle, someone whispered to me that I had done violence by wearing armor that was not meant for me, and now violence would be done to me. And so it was. The queen of the fairies, flying over the forest on her black dragon, spotted me and decided to take me prisoner. Perhaps she was attracted to my unusual armor, forged by her own people, or maybe she was just looking for some entertainment. I fought desperately, but you can’t beat supernatural creatures. No matter how much you burn or cut them down, they rise from their own ashes, form themselves anew out of bloody pools, and become more and more vicious. All my comrades-in-arms are dead, and I now live as a prisoner in a magic kingdom. By day I guard the borders, by night I entertain the queen. She is cruel. She loves to torment both prisoners and her own subjects. What else do you want to know?»
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