Contents Copyright The Books of Underrealm Dedication Map Get More Blood Lust ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY TWENTY-ONE TWENTY-TWO TWENTY-THREE TWENTY-FOUR TWENTY-FIVE TWENTY-SIX TWENTY-SEVEN TWENTY-EIGHT TWENTY-NINE THIRTY THIRTY-ONE THIRTY-TWO THIRTY-THREE THIRTY-FOUR THIRTY-FIVE THIRTY-SIX THIRTY-SEVEN THIRTY-EIGHT THIRTY-NINE FORTY FORTY-ONE EPILOGUE Stone Heart ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY TWENTY-ONE TWENTY-TWO TWENTY-THREE TWENTY-FOUR TWENTY-FIVE TWENTY-SIX TWENTY-SEVEN TWENTY-EIGHT TWENTY-NINE THIRTY THIRTY-ONE THIRTY-TWO THIRTY-THREE THIRTY-FOUR THIRTY-FIVE THIRTY-SIX THIRTY-SEVEN THIRTY-EIGHT THIRTY-NINE FORTY FORTY-ONE FORTY-TWO FORTY-THREE FORTY-FOUR FORTY-FIVE FORTY-SIX FORTY-SEVEN FORTY-EIGHT FORTY-NINE FIFTY EPILOGUE Hell Skin ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY TWENTY-ONE TWENTY-TWO TWENTY-THREE TWENTY-FOUR TWENTY-FIVE TWENTY-SIX TWENTY-SEVEN TWENTY-EIGHT TWENTY-NINE THIRTY THIRTY-ONE THIRTY-TWO THIRTY-THREE THIRTY-FOUR THIRTY-FIVE THIRTY-SIX THIRTY-SEVEN THIRTY-EIGHT THIRTY-NINE FORTY FORTY-ONE FORTY-TWO FORTY-THREE FORTY-FOUR FORTY-FIVE FORTY-SIX FORTY-SEVEN FORTY-EIGHT FORTY-NINE FIFTY EPILOGUE ADDENDUM A Of Weremage, Their Techniques and Training Of Kaita and the Land of Tokana The Legend of Meldin ADDENDUM B The Calendar of Underrealm Timeline of Events ADDENDUM C The Family Telfer The Family Adair The Family Lemstad ADDENDUM D Notes from the Shade Hideout in Lan Shui Wojin's Declaration of Independence Keep Reading Thank You to My Patrons Connect Online The Books of Underrealm About the Author TALES OF THE WANDERER VOLUME ONE Garrett Robinson Copyright © 2021 by Legacy Books. 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THE BOOKS OF UNDERREALM To see all novels in the world of Underrealm, visit: Underrealm.net/books THE NIGHTBLADE EPIC NIGHTBLADE MYSTIC DARKFIRE SHADEBORN WEREMAGE YERRIN THE ACADEMY JOURNALS THE ALCHEMIST’S TOUCH THE MINDMAGE’S WRATH THE FIREMAGE’S VENGEANCE TALES OF THE WANDERER BLOOD LUST STONE HEART HELL SKIN THE RESURRECTION CYCLE LIFEMAGE DAWNING THE TENTH KINGDOM A CLOAK OF RED THE CHRONICLES OF UNDERREALM: COLLECTION ONE CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER NIGHTBLADE MYSTIC DARKFIRE SHADEBORN BLOOD LUST THE ALCHEMIST’S TOUCH STONE HEART THE MINDMAGE’S WRATH WEREMAGE THE FIREMAGE’S VENGEANCE HELL SKIN YERRIN A CLOAK OF RED THE CHRONICLES OF UNDERREALM: COLLECTION ONE This book is for my family, the ones in my life who have helped me be the person I want to be, and who have kept me safe and sane enough to achieve that. It is for the wild, untempered community I have found in this world, who love unreservedly and constantly strive to better themselves and each other. And it is for everyone who has taken even a few steps in Underrealm. We have wandered farther than I thought we would, but I’ve enjoyed every league. This ending is not the end, but it is one that’s come at just the right time. GET MORE Legacy Books is home to the very best that fantasy has to offer. Join our email alerts list, and we’ll send word whenever we release a new book. You’ll receive exclusive updates and see behind the scenes as we create them. And we’ll send you a free ebook copy of Nightblade, a #1 Amazon Bestseller, as our way of saying “Thanks.” Interested? Visit this link: Underrealm.net/Free Sun had long ago decided that she would rather be adventurous than sensible. That was why she was wandering the streets of a small Dorsean town in the middle of the night. She had not heard the town’s name; she rather doubted anyone in her parents’ retinue had bothered to learn it. They had passed through a dozen towns just like it, and they would pass through a dozen more before the end of their journey. She did not look forward to that end. But then, it had never mattered to her parents what Sun wanted. She was the daughter of a noble family, and she was expected to do as she was told—at least until she herself became the head of her house. That was the cruel joke of a noble’s fate. It came in two halves: for the first half, they were utterly subservient; and then one day, the second half began, and everyone else became subservient to them. Sun wanted nothing to do with any of it. After nineteen years, she no longer had a child’s enjoyment of a noble’s life. She was old enough to know where it would lead. It had been over two weeks ago that Sun had first snuck out of the camp, and she had repeated the venture in each new town along the way. Mother never noticed. Even Sun’s personal guards had been surprisingly easy to avoid. But the royal procession had been on the road for weeks now, and Sun guessed that the endless journey made everyone weary. Not often did Sun ask herself just why she kept slipping away from the others. She had a vague sense that she was searching for something, but she had no idea what it might be. And so she told herself she only wanted an adventure. Most of the time, that was easy to believe. As she strolled the streets, she kept a cautious eye out for any signs of black and gold uniforms—the colors of her house—but saw nothing. She herself had carefully chosen a cloak of muted blue and skins trimmed in the same color. Too, she had worn sturdy traveling boots that would withstand the mud, for the streets of the town were soaked. Free to wander the town as she wished, she found herself unsure of what to do. At this late hour, there were no shops open. The streets were nearly empty, and the few passersby moved quickly with their heads down against the chill. There were no children playing outside. Only the taverns were still open. Sun paused in her walk, staring at an open door. Through it poured firelight and voices that floated on the air half-heard, like Elves murmuring in the mist. That thought made her shiver, and she pulled her fine cloak tighter around her shoulders. Dare she enter? Sun looked uneasily down the street in both directions. She had not gone drinking in any of the other towns. Yes, it would be an adventure, but visiting a tavern in a faraway kingdom might be a bit too risky, even for her. She was no stranger to ale or mead, but she always drank in her family’s home, where a host of soldiers were on hand to ensure her safety. She did not have enough coin in her pocket to be worth killing for, but a thief
