The Burning Bridge by John Flanagan
262 pages
Gilan has chosen Will and Horace to travel with him to a neighbouring village, but no one is there when they arrive. It seems as if all the inhabitants have left in a rush. But why? After finding other villages in the same state, Gilan goes ahead to report their findings.
While they travel, Will and Horace run into a group of Wargals working for Lord Morgarath. When they follow them, they find out a big secret, one that could change the outcome of the upcoming battle.
THEY'RE COMING . . .
The chanting was closer now. It no longer died away as the breeze came and went. It was growing louder and more defined. Will, Horace, and Evanlyn crouched among the bushes, listening as the voices can closer.
"Maybe you two should move back a little, Will suggested. He had left himself a relatively clear view of the road. He knew that, wrapped in his Ranger cloak, with his face concealed deep within the cowl, he would be virtually invisible, but he wasn't so sure about the others. Without any reluctance, they squirmed back, deeper into the cover of the thick shrubs. Horace's reaction was a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. Evanlyn, Will noted, was pale with fear.
They had already struck the camp and moved the horses back about a hundred meters into the rocks. He glanced around quickly now to make sure they had left no sign of their presence. Satisfied that they had done everything they could, he turned his attention back to the road.
" Who are they?" Horace breathed as the chanting grew louder still. Will estimated that it was coming from somewhere around the nearest bend in the road, a mere hundred meters away.
"Don't you know?" Evanlyn replied, her voice strained with terror. "They're Wargals."
~from The Burning Bridge by John Flanagan
They had already struck the camp and moved the horses back about a hundred meters into the rocks. He glanced around quickly now to make sure they had left no sign of their presence. Satisfied that they had done everything they could, he turned his attention back to the road.
" Who are they?" Horace breathed as the chanting grew louder still. Will estimated that it was coming from somewhere around the nearest bend in the road, a mere hundred meters away.
"Don't you know?" Evanlyn replied, her voice strained with terror. "They're Wargals."
~from The Burning Bridge by John Flanagan
**Book 2 in Ranger's Apprentice**
Previous book: The Ruins of Gorlan
Next book: The Icebound Land
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