World of Warcraft
Arthas: Rise of the Lich King

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  • It was caught in a hovering, jagged chunk of ice, the runes that ran the length of its blade glowing a cool blue. Below it was a dais of some sort, standing on a large gently raised mound that was covered in a dusting of snow.

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Product Description

  • Author
    Christie Golden  
    Binding
    paperback  
    Cat No.
    2023830  
    EAN
    978143915760250799  
    Genre
    Computer Games  
    ISBN
    9781439157602  
    Publisher
    Pocket Books  
    Series
    World Of Warcraft  
    Type
    Books  
  • It was caught in a hovering, jagged chunk of ice, the runes that ran the length of its blade glowing a cool blue. Below it was a dais of some sort, standing on a large gently raised mound that was covered in a dusting of snow.

    A soft light, coming from somewhere high above where the cavern was open to daylight, shone down on the runeblade. The icy prison hid some details of the sword’s shape and form, exaggerated others. It was revealed and concealed at the same time, and all the more tempting, like a new lover imperfectly glimpsed through a gauzy curtain.

    Arthas knew the blade – it was the selfsame sword he had seen in his dream when he first arrived. The sword that had not killed Invincible, but that had brought him back healed and healthy. He’d thought it a good omen then, but now he knew it was a true sign. This was what he had come to find. This sword would change everything. Arthas stared raptly at it, his hands almost physically aching to grasp it, his fingers to wrap themselves around the hilt, his arms to feel the weapon swinging smoothly in the blow that would end Mal’Ganis, end the torment he had visited upon the people of Lordaeron, end this lust for revenge. Drawn, he stepped forward.

    The uncanny elemental spirit drew its icy sword. “Turn away, before it is too late,” it intoned.

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