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Find out more about our 2022 Trailblazers – up next is Elle Brenton-Rounding.Įlle Brenton-Rounding is the Senior Sales and Business Development Manager at Bonnier Books UK, Children’s, where she has been since March 2021. They passed the Shades hiding place and the first few Urgals without suspicion.The Trailblazer Awards, supported by the Society of Young Publishers and BookBrunch, celebrate the next generation of the UK publishing industry. The one wearing the helm took the lead, shifting his spear to a readier grip. The lady answered with obvious authority, and her guards switched places. One of the elves spoke quietly, but the Shade could not hear what was said. She carried in her lap a pouch that she frequently looked at, as if to reassure herself that it was still there. At her side was a sword, and on her back a long bow with a quiver. Her clothes were unadorned, yet her beauty was undiminished. Framed by long black locks, her deep eyes shone with a driving force. A helm of extraordinary craftsmanship, wrought with amber and gold, rested on his head.īetween these two rode a raven-haired elven lady, who surveyed her surroundings with poise. He carried a long spear in his right hand and a white dagger at his belt. The last rider had the same fair face and angled features as the other. A sword pressed against his side opposite a quiver of arrows fletched with swan feathers. His build was slim but strong, like a rapier. On the first horse was an elf with pointed ears and elegantly slanted eyebrows. Three white horses with riders cantered toward the ambush, their heads held high and proud, their coats rippling in the moonlight like liquid silver. Faint smudges emerged from the darkness and came down the trail. Ahead of them, the Shade heard a clink as something hard struck a loose stone. It would not do to lose control now.Įyes brightened under the Urgals thick brows, and they gripped their weapons tighter. It had taken many plots and much pain to bring himself to this moment. The tip of his sword moved in small circles. "Get ready," he whispered, his whole body vibrating. Excited, he lifted a thin lip in a snarl. Another gust of wind rushed through the forest. He denied himself those luxuries, too, and stayed behind the tree, watching the trail. He did not let the Urgals get up or warm themselves. The scent must have wafted far ahead of its owners. The Shade forced back his impatience as the minutes became hours. He suppressed his distastethey smelled like fetid meatand turned away. The Shade hissed in anger, and the Urgals shrank back, motionless. Then the monsters shivered in the cold night one snapped a twig with his heavy boot. An owl screeched, cutting through the silence. The Urgals could not see as well as the Shade they groped like blind beggars, fumbling with their weapons. The weapon was thin enough to slip between a pair of ribs, yet stout enough to hack through the hardest armor. A wire-thin scratch curved down the blade. He remained unnaturally quiet, a long pale sword in his hand. It was too dark for any human to see, but for him the faint moonlight was like sunshine streaming between the trees every detail was clear and sharp to his searching gaze. The Shade peered around a thick tree and looked up the trail. Soon the rustling quieted and the forest was silent again. The monsters hurried into the brush, grunting as they hid. A pair of twisted horns grew above their small ears. They resembled men with bowed legs and thick, brutish arms made for crushing. or die."Īround him shuffled twelve Urgals with short swords and round iron shields painted with black symbols. Or was it a trap? He weighed the odds, then said icily, "Spread out hide behind trees and bushes. The message had been correct they were here. He looked human except for his crimson hair and maroon eyes. A tall Shade lifted his head and sniffed the air. Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world.
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