Light of the Last: Wars of the Realm, Book 3

Light of the Last: Wars of the Realm, Book 3

by Chuck Black

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ISBN-13: 9781601425065
Publisher: The Crown Publishing Group
Publication date: 02/16/2016
Series: Wars of the Realm Series
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 558,566
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.10(d)
Age Range: 12 Years

About the Author

Chuck Black is the author of more than a dozen novels, including the popular Kingdom Series and The Knights of Arrethtrae series. As a design engineer, he’s invented or co-invented 11 patented construction products and spent eight years in the Air Force traveling the world as a tactical combat communications engineer and an F-16 fighter pilot. Chuck and his wife, Andrea, have six children and live in North Dakota.

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A note from CHUCK BLACK 
 
This is a speculative work of fiction not intended to confuse or diminish the truth of God’s holy and inspired Word. Where the Bible is silent, I have taken literary freedom to construct a fictional account of the angels of heaven and their association and interaction with each other and with humanity. The in- tent of this book is, through fiction, to open our eyes to the reality of spiritual warfare as described in Scripture. I have made every attempt not to contradict the Bible in any way but rather to use it as a foundation upon which to inspire serious contemplation  about our eternity and ultimately to give honor and glory to God. The Readers Guide that follows will carefully delineate the truth of God’s Word from the fiction of this story. Please take the time to read and understand it so that there is no confusion regarding solid biblical doctrine.

 
CAst of CHArACters
 
  
Drew Carter                 main human character
Validus                       main angel character, last angel created
 
Humans
Sydney Carlyle              main female character
Kathryn Carter             Drew’s mother
Jake Blanchard            Drew’s mentor & stepfather
Benjamin Berg               friend of Drew Carter; technical genius
Piper                              member of Ben’s tech team Ridge                             member of Ben’s tech team Crypt                             member of Ben’s tech team Jester                              member of Ben’s tech team Thomas Reed                 FBI agent
Mr. Ross                     mysterious observer
Aashif Hakeem Jabbar     leader of the Islamic Global Alliance (IGA)
 
Validus’s Warriors
Persimus                     gifted at human translation Sason     gifted at mass translation Jayt       gifted at weapons
Brumak                      gifted at strength Crenshaw        gifted at prophecy Rake  gifted at speed
 
Guardian
Tren                           assigned with Validus to protect Drew Carter
 
Archangels
Michael                      leader of the Warrior Order
Gabriel                       leader of the Messenger Order
Raphael                      second to Gabriel in the Messenger Order

 
 
Angel Commanders
Danick                       general of the second-generation of warrior angels
Brandt                       great leader of first- and second-generation warriors
 
Fallen Commanders
Niturni                       former close friend of Validus
Zurock                       a regional commander on the West Coast
Tinsalik Barob              rebel Fallen

 
 

Interrogation
 
 
 
 

Drew Carter sat in a white room on a white chair in front of a white table. His hands were handcuffed to a bar in the middle of the table. A hundred images and emotions flashed through his mind. He had saved Sydney, Shana, and Micah, but he was worried for Reverend Ray Branson. No one would tell him anything about the reverend’s condition. He cringed at the thought that the kindest man he had ever known might be dead . . . dead be- cause of him.
Drew tried to clear his mind. It took a few moments, but slowly he pushed his emotions down. He closed his eyes and welcomed the serenity of the room. His entire body sighed at the reprieve from a constantly overloaded sensory system. It was the first time since that fateful accident in the lab at Drayle Uni- versity that he didn’t have to concentrate on filtering out all the stimuli of a chaotic world. Though still too bright, the white room with its absence of movement soothed his eyes. The cool surface of the table relaxed his muscles. The clean, filtered air lulled his olfactory nerves to minimal activity. But the sweetest sensation of all was the near silence of the interrogation room. For a normal person, the silence would have been absolute. For Drew, it was close enough. He didn’t have to concentrate at all to ignore the extremely dampened sounds outside the room.
For now, there were no invaders, neither light nor dark. In this sterile room he could almost convince himself that it was all a bad dream, that the invaders weren’t real and that if he could just clear himself and Sydney, life would be normal. Oh, how he dreamed of normal!
Drew was tempted to shut down completely, but he knew he had to men- tally prepare for the interrogation to come. How much did they know? How much should he tell? Was prison his destination regardless of what he said? After all, he had assaulted two FBI agents. No matter what the outcome or his motiva- tion, they would never let that slide. Severe repercussions were inevitable.
His thoughts turned to Ben. He hoped his quirky genius friend would stay levelheaded enough to implement the alternate plan. Ben was on his own now, once again lost in the sea of humanity. He had learned a lot and now his ability to disappear would determine if he lived or died. Drew shuddered to think of Ben up against an invisible enemy by himself.
And finally there was Sydney Carlyle. What would her role be in all of this? Drew had determined that the FBI was clueless in regard to the invader war, but Sydney was not. Was she a secret agent of the light invaders? Her ac tions in the warehouse had directly affected the outcome, giving the light in- vaders the upper hand right when they needed it. He would have to conceal her abilities from the FBI too.
After two hours of analyzing and preparing himself, he grew tired. He laid his head on the table between his outstretched arms and tried to relax again. How long would they leave him there?
With his ear against the table surface, some of the sounds in the building were amplified enough for him to pick up, especially with the calm of the room soothing his other senses. He filtered out the whir of the air-conditioning sys- tem, footsteps, and a low rumble of background noise that must be voices. There was one set of voices much stronger than the rest. If he concentrated, he could just make out the words.
“What have we learned from the girl?”
Drew lifted his head and put his other ear to the table to see if the voices were any clearer, but it was the same. He turned his head so his face was away from the one-way mirror to his left and concentrated.
“. . . don’t think she’s trying to hide anything. No record. Looks like she just got mixed up with the wrong guy.”
“That’s irrelevant. She’s an accomplice to a man suspected of plotting the massacre at Drayle University, and she aided and abetted him when she knew he was running from the FBI. She’s not innocent, and she’s got a cell with her name on it too.”
Drew’s heart sank. He had ruined Sydney’s life by asking for her help and bringing her into this mess. His stomach knotted as he thought of his beauti- ful, innocent Sydney sitting in a prison cell. He had to do everything in his power to negotiate on her behalf, no matter what it might cost him. Humility and honesty were his best play, as long as he didn’t mention the invaders. If the FBI believed he was schizophrenic, there would be nothing he could do on Sydney’s behalf. He wondered how much she had told them. If he knew, he might have an advantage.
“Do you buy her bit regarding the industrial espionage? Seems far-fetched.” “Don’t know. We need to find Berg. He’s the biggest piece we’re missing.
Let’s go find out what this criminal knows.”
“Hey, Lewis, this guy can’t be all bad. Even the police think he’s some sort of hero. And if he did what those kids said he did . . . I don’t know.”
“Come on, Reed, he assaulted both of us, and he knew we were federal agents. That alone puts him behind bars for a long time. This jerk is going down before there are any more shootings and innocent lives lost. Don’t get soft on me. Got it?”
“Yeah, I got it, but . . .” “But what?”
“The warehouse . . . I was there, Lewis. Do you know what he did in that building to save those people?”
“Yeah, he went on another shooting rampage.”
“He shot eleven gang members. None of them died.” “Maybe he’s just a lousy shot.”
“Or maybe he’s an expert shot.”
“Are you soft on this guy, Reed? Do I need to look for another investigator?”
“No. I’m just saying that this guy may actually be one of the good guys. That’s all. Let’s let the evidence speak for itself.”
“Absolutely, Reed, and it’s screaming for a conviction!” Drew heard a door open.
“Agents Lewis, Reed, this is Mr. Ross. He’s with the Department of Jus- tice.” This voice was one of authority, probably Lewis’s and Reed’s supervisor. “Department of Justice? With all due respect, we’re with the Department of Justice—oh . . . I see. Why are you here, Mr. Ross? This is still my investiga- tion, isn’t it?”
“I’m just here to observe. Are you well prepared for this interrogation?” “Of course.”

 Silence.

“Is there something we should know?” That was Reed’s voice. “Do you know who you’ve got in there?”
Drew’s heart began to quicken. This Mr. Ross scared him. He seemed too smart.
“Yeah, a sadistic jerk who gets his kicks murdering students and assaulting federal agents.” That was Lewis.

More silence.

“I’ve been watching Carter for the last year. I can promise you, he is any- thing but that.”
“How’s that possible, sir? Lewis and I have been looking for Carter since Drayle and just yesterday discovered his location. How could you have been watching him?”
“Just go do your job, gentlemen,” Mr. Ross said quietly.
“Don’t screw this up, Lewis. We need this information, and you need this to go well,” the supervisor said flatly.
Drew heard some unintelligible sounds and a door open and close again. He took a deep breath, then sat up as the door to the interrogation room opened. He thought of Sydney and Reverend Ray and was able to give the agents a genuine look of apprehension.
One of the agents sat across the table from Drew while the other leaned against the wall to his right, opposite the one-way mirror. Drew recognized him as the younger of the two agents he had overpowered earlier, which meant he must be Reed. He was lean with dark hair, twenty-five to thirty years old. He didn’t look happy. The aggressive agent would be the interrogator, Lewis. He was shorter, five-nineish with a stocky build, ten years older than Reed and nearly bald. A Band-Aid covered a small cut and a nasty bruise just above his left eye. This was the agent Drew had slammed into the car and knocked out.
This was not going to go well.
Lewis opened a folder in front of him, then reached into his pocket and set a digital recorder on the table between them. “I am Federal Agent Lewis, this is Agent Reed. Will you approve of our recording this questioning?” Lewis asked.
Drew nodded. He appreciated the cold, professional demeanor Lewis was displaying, knowing the agent probably wanted to cold-cock him to get even.

 
 


Lewis pushed the Record button.
“Before we ask you any questions, you must understand your rights. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have a lawyer with you during the question- ing. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you before any questioning, if you wish. If you decide to answer questions now without a lawyer, you have the right to stop answering at any time. If you understand your rights and you are willing to answer questions without a lawyer present, sign here.”
Lewis placed a sheet of paper and a pen within Drew’s reach. Drew looked over his rights once more, thinking through whether he should have a lawyer present.
“I also have the right to a phone call,” Drew said. “I’d like to talk to Jake
Blanchard.”
“You do have the right to make a phone call. However, a phone call to Jake Blanchard may jeopardize our continuing investigation. Is there someone else you would like to talk to?”
Drew frowned. That meant Jake was being investigated too. Probably be- cause of the money and fake IDs he’d given Drew before Drew left to search for Ben. It felt like everyone good was under investigation while everyone bad was walking free. He didn’t like it.
“No.” Drew grabbed the pen and signed the paper.
“You are being charged with eleven counts of aggravated assault, two counts of aggravated assault against federal agents, and illegal possession of a deadly weapon in a school safety zone. Other charges may or may not be counted against you as the investigation continues. Do you understand the charges against you?”
“Yes, but I will only answer your questions on one condition.”
Lewis looked at him with a countenance of stone. “We are not in a position to make concessions or deals in exchange for information.”
“This one’s easy. I want to know the medical condition of Reverend Ray
Branson.”
Lewis just stared at him for a moment, looking as though he didn’t want to give Drew anything.

 “I just want to know if he’s going to make it,” Drew said. “He’s my friend. Please.”
Lewis finally nodded. Agent Reed disappeared through the door and re- turned two minutes later. Drew studied his eyes for some hint of his message. “Reverend Branson is in serious condition but stable. They will know if he will make a full recovery within the next twenty-four hours.” Reed gave Drew a subtle nod.
Drew lowered his head. “Thank you.” Ray had a wife and two beautiful children to fight for. Drew convinced himself that his friend would make it.
He looked back up at Agent Lewis. “Why don’t you tell me about your involvement in the shooting at Drayle University on Thursday, May 8, 2014?” Lewis asked.
Drew shook his head. “It began eight months before that. I have to start there for you to understand.”
Lewis crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “Start wherever you like. We have plenty of time.”
Drew took a deep breath. “It all began with the death of Dr. Waseem, a physics professor at Drayle. My friend Benjamin Berg was his lab assistant. Dr. Waseem had received a grant for his groundbreaking work on the acceleration of light. Ben came to me one day, concerned because Dr. Waseem had disap- peared. Later we discovered that he had died in a car accident, which seemed fishy to us. Ben and I attempted to re-create the lab experiment Dr. Waseem was working on, but the equipment exploded.”
Lewis held up his hand to stop Drew. “Why did you try to repeat the lab experiment?”
“Because Ben believed that Dr. Waseem had successfully accelerated light and that his death was not accidental. We were trying to confirm his findings as proof.”
“Proof of what?” Lewis asked.
Drew hesitated. “Proof that Dr. Waseem and his research were the victims of industrial espionage and possibly sabotage.”
Lewis glanced toward Reed. Reed just raised an eyebrow.
“If you were convinced, why didn’t you take this to the police?” Reed asked.
“Because we needed proof. No one was going to listen to a couple of college students about something this big. Besides, we were nervous that whoever was behind this may have been watching us. We were afraid for ourselves and our families.”
“That’s quite the conspiracy theory, Carter. How does this have anything to do with the shooting at Drayle University?” Lewis sneered.
“The accident burned Ben, and I went blind for a few months. During that time, Ben became paranoid. You see, Ben had helped Dr. Waseem con- duct the research and was the only one who could re-create the experiment. He began to fear for his life, so he disappeared. When I recovered from my injuries, I knew I had to find him. That took me to Drayle, because I knew I had to disappear too, but I needed to say good-bye to someone first.”
“Who?” Lewis prompted.
“Sydney Carlyle. And for the record, I want you to know that whatever you think I’ve done and whatever charges you have against me, Sydney had nothing to do with any of it. The only thing she is guilty of is trying to help me find Benjamin Berg. She is innocent on all counts,” Drew pleaded.
Lewis smirked. “We know better, Carter. Ms. Carlyle was an accomplice of yours from the day she set foot in Chicago. She was supposed to report any contact with you to us, and she didn’t. She’s given us her statement. I wouldn’t worry about trying to protect Carlyle, because she doesn’t appear to be worried about protecting you. Now what happened at Drayle? Why did you have weapons in your car on a college campus?” Lewis’s voice was strained.
Drew shook his head. “I wasn’t thinking. I should have parked off campus. I had the gun and knives because I didn’t know who I might come across in my search for Ben. If these people had truly killed Dr. Waseem, I wanted to be prepared.”
Lewis huffed. “Supposing your story to be true and Dr. Waseem had been killed by some questionable people, you think you would be able to defend yourself and Berg?” He smirked. “Against professionals?”
Drew wasn’t sure how much he wanted the FBI to know about how skilled he was. “Well, I knew I’d have a better chance with weapons than without them.”
Lewis glared at Drew. “What is your association with Duncan Terance
McGruger?”
Drew shook his head. “Who is he?”

 
Lewis smirked again. “Don’t play dumb, Carter.” “I’m sorry. I don’t know that name.”
“He’s the guy who killed nine students at Drayle. How can you not know his name?” Reed asked, leaning against the wall again.
“I . . . I disappeared off the grid for months. No television, no computers, no technology for weeks. I guess I never heard his name.”
Both agents just stared at Drew, expressionless. Reed pushed off from the wall and walked behind Drew. Lewis glanced up at his partner. Some message was exchanged.
“How stupid do you think we are, Carter? You were there, you coordinated the attack with him, and now you want us to believe that you don’t even know his name?” Anger flushed Lewis’s cheeks as he struggled to keep control.
Drew was getting angry too. This guy had had it in for him even before
Drew had knocked him out. Now there was no hope.
Lewis continued. “How was it that you were in the same building as Mc- Gruger when he started shooting students?”
“Sydney had a class in that building. I walked her to her class, and as I was leaving—” Drew stopped as he remembered the shots ringing out, the students screaming and crying. People had been dying all around him and all he could think about was trying to save Sydney. He recovered himself. “As I was leaving, the shooting started.”
Lewis’s eyes narrowed. “What did McGruger tell you to do then?”
Drew clenched his teeth and reminded himself that this was a tactic to get him to trip up. “Nothing! I’d never seen the guy until that day.”
Reed walked from behind Drew to his left side and gave Lewis a stern look. “What did you do next?” Reed asked.
“I was on the stairs. I tried to pull some of the students to safety. One girl was shot in the leg, so I carried her back to Sydney’s class and got two guys to take her out the back way. We got some of the students out, but the gunman cut off our exit. That’s when he came into our room. The professor and I tried to keep the door shut, but he got shot and the gunman got in.”
“The professor stated that you agreed to bar the door but then let the gun- man into the room,” Lewis said flatly. “Was that part of your plan with McGruger?”

  
“What? No! I told you I never knew that guy. Why would I let him in and then try to stop him?”
Lewis leaned forward. “You tell me.”
“I don’t know. I guess I was stunned for a moment. I remember thinking, what if this guy was connected with the people who killed Dr. Waseem? What if he was coming after me?”
For a moment, no one said anything.
“Is that what you believe?” Reed finally asked. “That they were coming after you?”
Drew realized that he was starting to sound like a conspiracy nut. He shook his head. “No. I realized that I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. This McGruger guy was just some nut job on a rampage. All I wanted to do was to keep Sydney safe and stop the killing.”
Lewis scoffed. “Sure.”
Drew tried to ignore Lewis’s sarcasm. “Once the gunman made the room, I charged him. He slammed into the wall and was knocked out.” He shrugged. “That’s it. I had nothing to do with the shooting except trying to stop it. Look, there was an entire classroom of witnesses you must have questioned. What about the professor? Surely he told you.”
Lewis just frowned. “Why did you run? Why did you leave your car there, a car with weapons inside it? Were those backup weapons for McGruger? If you were innocent, why run?” The agent leaned forward again. “Sure looks bad from where we’re sitting.”
“Because I knew the campus would immediately go on lockdown. I would be detained and questioned for hours.”
“So what?” Reed asked. “You waited eight months. What’s a few more hours?”
Drew sighed. He felt manipulated, and Lewis was intent on making him look guilty. “My face would have been all over television for days, especially since I had stopped the gunman. I couldn’t take a chance on those responsible making the connection between me and the incident at the lab.”
“Oh, I see; you were afraid of the secret assassin that killed Waseem.” Drew stared at Lewis, trying to control his anger. The agent had no clue what was happening. Drew was the only person on the planet who could see the global invasion of mankind, and he was stuck in an FBI interrogation chamber, trying to convince two skeptical dimwits that he was a good guy.
“I don’t think you have any idea how significant Dr. Waseem’s discovery is. His work on light acceleration has the potential to revolutionize the technol- ogy industry. Telecommunications, data storage, weaponization. It would be the single most significant discovery in the last one hundred years, and it would be worth billions.” Drew leaned forward and stared right into Lewis’s eyes. “That’s why I ran. And that’s why Ben ran.”
Lewis stared right back at him, anger seething in his eyes. “Carter, regard- less of the evidence for or against you at Drayle University, you were in posses- sion of illegal weapons in a school safety zone, you purposely evaded the FBI and impeded our investigation, and then subsequently assaulted two federal agents with deadly weapons.” Lewis leaned in close to Drew and lowered his voice. “Assault with a deadly weapon against a federal agent carries up to twenty years in prison . . . for each offense! Do you understand how serious these charges are against you?”
Drew’s heart sank. He glared at Lewis. Honesty and humility weren’t going to gain him a thing. “Yeah, I get it,” he snapped, regretting his tone be- fore he finished the comeback.
Lewis stood up and leaned over the table. “I suggest you reconsider your story and start telling the truth!” He slammed the table with his fist.
The room fell silent.
Drew was frustrated, angry, and discouraged. It seemed so hopeless. He hung his head, resigned to finish out his life behind the bars of a prison cell.

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Light of the Last: Wars of the Realm, Book 3 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I bought this when it came out and read it in about 3 days! I own all three and am possilbly looking to #4 because i wantbto see drew and "syd" get married.
Heart2Heart More than 1 year ago
I've been a huge fan of Spiritual Warfare fiction since my introduction to the genre after reading Piercing the Darkness and This Present Darkness from Frank Peretti. I know find myself drawn to any novels that pertain to the spiritual realm of angels and demons and the unseen warfare that happens all around us without being seen. Light of the Last is the latest book in the Wars of the Realm series, by Chuck Black and is the perfect fit into the spiritual fiction novel. However since this is book 3 in the series, you must read them in order to understand where the reader will wind up in this novel. Drew Carter has been given the uncanny ability to see into the spiritual realm during an accident in college. However he doesn't understand what it is he sees since he remains unsaved and a non believer, but he knows others can't see what he can. He is also being trained in a unique way to prepare for a future battle and when his talents are put to the test, Drew comes through with flying colors until he takes down two CIA agents and winds up facing prison for the rest of his life unless he tells them what is really going on. But how can Drew really explain it when he doesn't understand what is happening. The CIA knows the Drew could be extremely valuable to them if he is willing to undergo extensive training and work for them. His only other choice is prison for a very long time. The one condition to accepting the position of working with the CIA is he can't tell anyone he knows nor can he have any contact with them for the next 30 years. What a choice? In the spiritual realm a secret has been uncovered which will put Drew under protection of the angelic armies because if they fail, the darkness will gain a victory that will hold unprecedented consequences for both the seen and unseen world. I received Light of the Last by Chuck Black compliments of WaterBrook Multnomah Publishers for my honest review. I did not receive any monetary compensation aside from a free copy of this novel in exchange for my personal and honest evaluation. I really loved this series and especially this novel. I hope this will not the be the last. The one thing I wish was because there is a great span of time between the release of each novel, I would love if the author would do a small recap within the storyline to refresh the minds of the readers of his subsequent novels. I do love the character list that is included at the beginning as there are quite a few to keep track of both in the seen and unseen realms of both light and darkness. For me, this one rates a 5 out of 5 stars.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is by far the best book! I love that Drew and Sydney fall in love! There is no inappropriate references, or language!
Lynn-MI More than 1 year ago
Another can’t put down book, an incredible plot with twists and turns making it a great story --- and one I can see almost coming true with how the governments are running today. Made me extremely sad and happy at the same time! Not enough stars to rate this book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was an epic novel, with wonderfully thrilling suspense, danger, and action. I don't want to give the book away to any of you, but I will say that this book is thrice as good as the previous two. Also, if you are looking into reading this series, this is the last book in the series. First, you need to read The Cloak of the Light, then The Rise of the Fallen, and then this one, so you aren't just thrown into the middle of the series with no idea why people have certain abilities. DrewDog
Blooming-with-Books More than 1 year ago
Powerful series conclusion with a few surprising twists... Light of the Last Wars of the Realm #3 By Chuck Black Drew Carter has never been in as much trouble as he is now. He attacked two federal agents, took out a gang (without any fatalities), was accused of attacking a campus, and has been arrested. And then there are the invaders that he alone can see. Who are these beings that seem to be at war just outside the visual perception of every other person? And why has he been blessed / cursed with this gift? Drew Carter's life is about to change in a big way once again, but this time his unique skills are about to be called upon by the U.S. Government. There is a catch though, he needs to sever all ties with his current life. Can he truly cut Sydney out of his life forever? Light of the Last brings answers as to Drew's importance and why he has attracted the attention of Heaven's legions and the Fallen. The War of the Realm is listed as being a trilogy so this is suppose to be the concluding book in this series. While the story is wrapped up there is room for more to be explored if not in a series continuation perhaps in a spin-off series. Cloak of the Light is Drew's story while Rise of the Fallen is Validus's. Light of the Last is the exciting culmination of these two stories and it is action packed. This series introduced me to Chuck Black and I have not regretted a single moment spent between these covers exploring the world as seen through the eyes of Drew Carter and those tasked with watching him. I received a copy of this book from Blogging for Books in exchange for my honest review.
bjdoureaux More than 1 year ago
Drew Carter has gotten himself into a nearly hopeless situation. Just nearly, because he’s given a way out – join the CIA. There’s one problem, the Invader presence is stronger than ever, and Drew begins to question the motives of those he reports to. The angel Validus comes to understand just how important Drew is in the spiritual war. He must protect the young man at all costs. The Fallen want Drew dead, and they hold nothing back. This is the third book in the Wars of the Realm series. I have been waiting for this book to come out since I finished book two, and I was not disappointed. Part of me just wants to say “Wow!” but that’s not really a review, is it? But that’s the summation of it. This entire series has been great, but this book was the best by far. Action-packed and intense from the very beginning, and it really doesn’t let up. The characters are extremely well-written. The story is engaging. I teared up several times for various reasons. I gasped aloud several times. Just… wow. This book does give the feel of a final installment, but I sincerely hope that this was not the last book in this series. I received a complimentary copy of this book from Blogging for Books in return for an honest review.