The Sword and the Flame (Dragon King Trilogy #3)

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Sometimes the greatest evil lies within.

The Dragon King who rules the land of Mensandor is none other than Quentin, whose courage and heroism have slowly transformed him from an orphaned servant into a war hero, respected leader, and a fierce man of faith.

But even the powerful can fall prey to weakness. The world is turned upside-down when the dark sorcerer Nimrood--long thought dead after a battle with the previous Dragon King--returns with ...

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Overview

Sometimes the greatest evil lies within.

The Dragon King who rules the land of Mensandor is none other than Quentin, whose courage and heroism have slowly transformed him from an orphaned servant into a war hero, respected leader, and a fierce man of faith.

But even the powerful can fall prey to weakness. The world is turned upside-down when the dark sorcerer Nimrood--long thought dead after a battle with the previous Dragon King--returns with a fearsome plan. Shattered by the death of a dear and trusted friend, the abduction of his beloved son, and the loss of his enchanted sword, Quentin finds his faith tested like never before.

In The Sword and the Flame, the final volume of Stephen R. Lawhead's captivating Dragon King Trilogy, the fate of the entire world depends on the outcome of this climactic battle between good and evil.

Shattered by the death of a trusted friend, the abduction of his beloved son, and the loss of his enchanted sword, Quentin's faith is tested as he confronts his cruelest foe, Nimrood the Necromancer.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781595543813
  • Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
  • Publication date: 9/11/2007
  • Series: Dragon King Trilogy Series , #3
  • Pages: 368
  • Product dimensions: 5.60 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Stephen Lawhead

Stephen R. Lawhead is an internationally acclaimed author of mythic history and imaginative fiction.He is the author of such epics asThe King Raven, Song of Albion, and Dragon King Trilogies.Lawhead makes his home in Oxford, England, with his wife. Twitter: @StephenLawhead Facebook: StephenRLawhead

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Chapter One

The hunched figure toiled up the winding trail leaning heavily upon his long crooked staff, stopping frequently to rest and to look down upon the placid lowlands, gazing toward the west in the direction of Askelon. He was an old man of years beyond counting, dressed in the robes and cowl of a priest. The hood threw a dark shadow across his features, and though the day was hot and the sun bright, he did not uncover his head but went on his way wrapped head to toe. Seen from a distance he might have been a black beetle scrabbling up a hillock bearing the weight of his burdensome shell.

When he reached the summit of the plateau he sat down on a rock beneath an ancient wind-worn tree that threw its sparse, gnarled branches over the road. Many a pilgrim had sat there upon that rock to offer up a prayer to the gods for a fortuitous oracle.

But this traveler was no pilgrim and offered no prayers.

Instead, he sat and with narrowed eyes gazed out over the countryside. The air sang with bird-song and shimmered as the heat rose in waves from the land. In the misty blue distance his sharp eagle's vision could see the dark green line of Pelgrin Forest, lying like a vast green sea away to the west. In the valley below, peasants labored in the fields among their new crops. Their shouts to their lazy oxen drifted up the side of the hill like petitions to an unhearing god.

The old man turned his face away from the peaceful landscape shining green and golden beneath clear, untroubled blue skies. He looked toward the temple rising white and silent as a tomb above him. Then he lifted himself heavily to his legs once more, took up his staff, and continued on.

When he reached the temple yard he stopped and leaned long on his staff, as if waiting for a sign, or as if, having come this far, he was unable to decide whether to finish what he came to do. After some time he turned his face to the east, toward the mountains whose mighty heads could be seen rising above their heavy shoulders. There, above the far peaks, he saw dark clouds assembling and moving westward on the wind.

The old priest nodded to himself and then went across the stone-paved yard to the temple steps. He climbed the stairs, raised the iron ring on the great wooden door, and knocked several times.

After a few moments the door opened and a man in a red cloak poked his head out. "The temple is not open at this hour." The man looked at the old priest unkindly. "Come back at the seventh hour if you want prayers or an omen."

"Do you not see that I am a priest?" asked the old one. "I have come to see the High Priest of Ariel."

"He sees no one," the temple guard said. "He is in retreat."

"Is he, indeed? But this is a matter of greatest urgency. He must see me."

The guard glared at the wrinkled old priest, and his features proclaimed that the old man and his crooked staff were a great nuisance.

But before he could reply, the old priest spoke again. "It is not for you to decide. Bring someone in authority. If not the High Priest, then the under-High Priest, or the Day Priest."

The temple guard glared a silent curse on the old man and closed the door. The elderly priest stood for a few moments and waited, head bent down. Just as he was about to raise the ring once again he heard steps on the other side of the door. A gray-cloaked priest, a young man with a pocked face, thrust his head through the opening. Behind him the guard stood frowning.

"Well," the young priest said, "what do you want?"

"I wish to speak with the High Priest. That is allowed, surely. It is a matter of some importance."

"He sees no one unannounced," snapped the priest.

"Then I wish to be announced at once," said the old man softly. His faded eyes hardened to stone.

"High Priest Pluell is in retreat; he cannot be disturbed. I am the Day Priest; I am empowered to help you."

The old man smiled slyly. "That I doubt most heartily. Still, you will do. Announce me to him. I can readily see that you are a man of some resource you will find a way."

The young man's face convulsed in a mighty frown. He drew breath to shout the old man away. But before he could speak, the elderly priest raised his hand and said, "Do what I say." This was spoken simply, but with utmost authority. The younger priest felt it like a slap. His mouth snapped shut instantly.

"Wait over there," the Day Priest muttered. He pointed to a stone bench under a tree away across the temple yard by the wall.

"I will abide," said the old man. He turned and began slowly descending the temple steps.

"What name shall I give him?" shouted the young priest after him.

The old man paused, leaned on his staff, and seemed to ponder the question carefully. "Well?" called the Day Priest.

"Tell him," the old man began at length, "that a friend from the east has come." One gnarled hand disappeared beneath the folds of his robes. "And give him this." He withdrew his hand and held out a darkly glittering object.

The young man came out of the temple and took the talisman from the outstretched hand. He held it in his palm and examined it closely.

The object was a flat round medal made of black stone, and was inscribed with strange symbols which he did not recognize. It was cold in his hand, and a strange feeling came over him as he held the talisman a feeling of deep foreboding, of doom gathering around him like the high dark clouds overhead.

Without another word he turned and went back into the temple. The old man continued down the steps and made his way slowly to the bench under the tree. He settled himself to wait in the shade.

The day progressed leisurely. At midday a straggling few pilgrims came to the temple. The Day Priest met them and took their offerings. The pilgrims waited and then were admitted into the temple for their oracle. They came out and went away chattering happily, full of the good fortune which had been assured them by the priests. None noticed the old man sitting quiet as an idol beneath the tree by the wall.

Evening came on, and with it a cool breeze out of the east, scented with the sweet musty smell of rain. As a crimson sun set in fiery brilliance away beyond the golden fields of the valley below the temple, a priest came out of the temple with a brand and lit the torch that stood in a stone pylon in the center of the temple yard.

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First Chapter

Chapter One
The hunched figure toiled up the winding trail leaning heavily upon his long crooked staff, stopping frequently to rest and to look down upon the placid lowlands, gazing toward the west in the direction of Askelon. He was an old man of years beyond counting, dressed in the robes and cowl of a priest. The hood threw a dark shadow across his features, and though the day was hot and the sun bright, he did not uncover his head but went on his way wrapped head to toe. Seen from a distance he might have been a black beetle scrabbling up a hillock bearing the weight of his burdensome shell.
When he reached the summit of the plateau he sat down on a rock beneath an ancient wind-worn tree that threw its sparse, gnarled branches over the road. Many a pilgrim had sat there upon that rock to offer up a prayer to the gods for a fortuitous oracle.
But this traveler was no pilgrim and offered no prayers.
Instead, he sat and with narrowed eyes gazed out over the countryside. The air sang with bird-song and shimmered as the heat rose in waves from the land. In the misty blue distance his sharp eagle's vision could see the dark green line of Pelgrin Forest, lying like a vast green sea away to the west. In the valley below, peasants labored in the fields among their new crops. Their shouts to their lazy oxen drifted up the side of the hill like petitions to an unhearing god.
The old man turned his face away from the peaceful landscape shining green and golden beneath clear, untroubled blue skies. He looked toward the temple rising white and silent as a tomb above him. Then he lifted himself heavily to his legs once more, took up his staff, and continued on.
When he reached the temple yard he stopped and leaned long on his staff, as if waiting for a sign, or as if, having come this far, he was unable to decide whether to finish what he came to do. After some time he turned his face to the east, toward the mountains whose mighty heads could be seen rising above their heavy shoulders. There, above the far peaks, he saw dark clouds assembling and moving westward on the wind.
The old priest nodded to himself and then went across the stone-paved yard to the temple steps. He climbed the stairs, raised the iron ring on the great wooden door, and knocked several times.
After a few moments the door opened and a man in a red cloak poked his head out. 'The temple is not open at this hour.' The man looked at the old priest unkindly. 'Come back at the seventh hour if you want prayers or an omen.'
'Do you not see that I am a priest?' asked the old one. 'I have come to see the High Priest of Ariel.'
'He sees no one,' the temple guard said. 'He is in retreat.'
'Is he, indeed? But this is a matter of greatest urgency. He must see me.'
The guard glared at the wrinkled old priest, and his features proclaimed that the old man and his crooked staff were a great nuisance.
But before he could reply, the old priest spoke again. 'It is not for you to decide. Bring someone in authority. If not the High Priest, then the under-High Priest, or the Day Priest.'
The temple guard glared a silent curse on the old man and closed the door. The elderly priest stood for a few moments and waited, head bent down. Just as he was about to raise the ring once again he heard steps on the other side of the door. A gray-cloaked priest, a young man with a pocked face, thrust his head through the opening. Behind him the guard stood frowning.
'Well,' the young priest said, 'what do you want?'
'I wish to speak with the High Priest. That is allowed, surely. It is a matter of some importance.'
'He sees no one unannounced,' snapped the priest.
'Then I wish to be announced at once,' said the old man softly. His faded eyes hardened to stone.
'High Priest Pluell is in retreat; he cannot be disturbed. I am the Day Priest; I am empowered to help you.'
The old man smiled slyly. 'That I doubt most heartily. Still, you will do. Announce me to him. I can readily see that you are a man of some resource you will find a way.'
The young man's face convulsed in a mighty frown. He drew breath to shout the old man away. But before he could speak, the elderly priest raised his hand and said, 'Do what I say.' This was spoken simply, but with utmost authority. The younger priest felt it like a slap. His mouth snapped shut instantly.
'Wait over there,' the Day Priest muttered. He pointed to a stone bench under a tree away across the temple yard by the wall.
'I will abide,' said the old man. He turned and began slowly descending the temple steps.
'What name shall I give him?' shouted the young priest after him.
The old man paused, leaned on his staff, and seemed to ponder the question carefully. 'Well?' called the Day Priest.
'Tell him,' the old man began at length, 'that a friend from the east has come.' One gnarled hand disappeared beneath the folds of his robes. 'And give him this.' He withdrew his hand and held out a darkly glittering object.
The young man came out of the temple and took the talisman from the outstretched hand. He held it in his palm and examined it closely.
The object was a flat round medal made of black stone, and was inscribed with strange symbols which he did not recognize. It was cold in his hand, and a strange feeling came over him as he held the talisman a feeling of deep foreboding, of doom gathering around him like the high dark clouds overhead.
Without another word he turned and went back into the temple. The old man continued down the steps and made his way slowly to the bench under the tree. He settled himself to wait in the shade.
The day progressed leisurely. At midday a straggling few pilgrims came to the temple. The Day Priest met them and took their offerings. The pilgrims waited and then were admitted into the temple for their oracle. They came out and went away chattering happily, full of the good fortune which had been assured them by the priests. None noticed the old man sitting quiet as an idol beneath the tree by the wall.
Evening came on, and with it a cool breeze out of the east, scented with the sweet musty smell of rain. As a crimson sun set in fiery brilliance away beyond the golden fields of the valley below the temple, a priest came out of the temple with a brand and lit the torch that stood in a stone pylon in the center of the temple yard.
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  • Posted August 22, 2009

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    The Sword and the Flame

    Such lessons it taught. Made me cry at the end. Hard to put down.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2002

    Excellent book, great conclusion.

    In the last book of the Dragon King trilogy Quentin, again, faces many dangers and trials. But in order for him to succeed he must have faith in the Mighty One. The Sword and the Flame is a great conclusion to the series, it is exciting, suspensful and will keep you turning pages.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2013

    Silv

    A gray silver tom pads in eyed cold with distrust.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2013

    TO WHOEVER WROTE THE NOTE

    NO.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 9, 2013

    Rockstar

    Anytime

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    Posted June 1, 2013

    To all!!

    You need to move camps nce streakingstar is locked out!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 31, 2013

    Flamekit

    Well yeah. Ive seen fire before. Its not vlose but on the mountains so im not moving im calm im not panicky like other ople are i worry about myself and my family

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2013

    Wintermoon

    Im on vacation.

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    Posted May 27, 2013

    Dragon of the north

    Hello all these new faces. Moonstar/Silentstar whoever you are its quite good to see you again

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    Posted May 31, 2013

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    Hi!

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    Posted May 23, 2013

    Twilight

    *Pads in.* Hello everyone!

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    Posted June 1, 2013

    Darkfang to star

    I CANT SEE YOUR POSTS ANYMORE! I GTG TO BED ANYWAY. Night

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2013

    Bad book

    Ok, i LOVE the series and everything but im on page 79 and i cant stand this book.

    ~Sir Jackson~

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    Posted March 26, 2013

    Halostar

    There already IS peace.

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    Posted April 10, 2013

    Hunter

    Wow. You got invaded by TWO clans. Natureclan never really replied...ancientclan did, though.

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    Posted March 20, 2013

    A tom to stargazer

    Drags her to submit res2

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    Posted March 16, 2013

    I am

    "I am," Snowflurry runs in panting.

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    Posted February 20, 2013

    MAY I JOIN

    LEAFPAW

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    Posted February 17, 2013

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    Flameclaw nods. "Love you too."

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