Storm Clouds: Hero’s Sword Volume 2
Eighth-grader Jaycee Hiller is beginning to fear she only imagined her trip to Mallory. But when a rainy afternoon leaves her with hours of playing Hero’s Sword, her favorite video game, she finds herself drawn back into the game – literally.
In Storm Clouds, the second book in the Hero’s Sword series, a valuable jewel belonging to the neighboring estate of Devin, the Sapphire Star, is missing, stolen at the Fall Consortium. Lady Starla stands accused of the theft. Devin’s demands are clear: return the Star or they will take it back by force.
Now it’s up to Lyla Stormbringer to find the Star and the thief. before Mallory finds itself at war.
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From the reviews
“This book is one of the best books I have ever read in my whole entire life! Read this book now it is so good.” – Abby, 10 Yrs old”
“…packed full of action and adventure and was fun to read. … I think many middle grade kids will enjoy reading about a kid their age falling into their favorite video game and living out the fantasy. It is perfect for kids who enjoy using their imaginations to escape the real world at times.” – Mom Loves 2 Read
“”This is such a fun series! My ten year old and I thoroughly enjoyed reading these together. I think it’s really special when you can find something worthwhile to read together.” – Brooke Blogs
“This second installment is even better than the first. The storyline has more depth, and more imagery to go along with this tale of adventure, drama, and even a little bit of fairy tale romance. I became more fascinated by the main cast of characters, cementing my interest in this awesome series.” – My Book Addiction
Excerpt from Storm Clouds
Starla had sent a message to Carolan by carrier pigeon before Roger and I left her. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea. If they knew we were coming, they’d have time to get rid of any evidence we might find.
“And they have ample time to send forces to meet us and keep us away if they have taken sides,” Roger said. He hadn’t liked the idea either, but Starla insisted on being all noble and stuff. So we rode at an easy pace, hands never far from our swords.
“So Roger, tell me more about this water thing.” I kept my eyes forward, alert for any sudden movement on the road ahead. It was a good spot for an ambush.
Roger’s eyes were also moving constantly, scanning the woods on either side of the road. “It is an old dispute. The portion of the river below the waterfall goes through land that once belonged to Carolan. Mallory took it as settlement of a debt, ages ago. But Carolan has insisted, off and on through the years, that the rights to the water were never part of the debt deal.”
That sounded really weird to me. “So Mallory gets the land, but they get the water?” I risked a glance at him. “Maybe it’s me, but that’s just bizarre. How would they get the water without entering Mallory?”
He returned my glance and grinned. “That is why, when the question comes up, most of the time the decision is made that Mallory holds the rights. Otherwise, it would be too hard to keep the herds of livestock raised on the plains surrounding the river safe from poachers. Mallory would have to quarter armed guards there at all times. Oh, Carolan manages to persuade the others to give them rights every couple generations or so, but the lords and ladies were pretty clear this time.”
A rustle in the bushes ahead made me reach for my bow, but a fox raced from the bushes and crossed the road ahead of us and I dropped my hand. “So Carolan accepted the decision?” I said, relaxing. “Just who is in charge of Carolan now?”
“Lord Prosser Meareth. He accepted it grudgingly, but he did accept it.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but an angry buzzing noise stopped me. I recognized the wind through the feathers on an arrow. “Duck,” I said, and dove off my horse. I rolled to a kneeling position, my own arrow ready. Another buzz drew my attention to movement in the trees. “Over there.” I pointed.
Roger took off in that direction. I stayed on the road, my bow drawn. My nerves tingled as I moved in a slow circle, unwilling to keep my back toward any one direction for any length of time.
Footsteps behind me made me swing around ready to fire, but it was only Roger. “I was not in time,” he said. “I did not see our attacker, but he did leave this behind.” He held out a length of dark green fabric. A swirly pattern of gold and silver was sewn in the middle, like a logo. I took it. It was a sash or something. “What is it? Do you recognize this pattern?”
“I do.” Roger’s voice made me look up. His lips were mashed together again. “It is a decorative sash such as a man at arms might wear for formal occasions,” he said. “And that is the symbol of Devin.”