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Kaavl Conspiracy
(Kaavl Chronicles, Book 1)
“I absolutely loved the character of Methusal Maahr– she’s feisty, loyal, and just generally kick-ass!” – Judith, Straight from the Library
“I have to say that it is a close call whether I love this book or “The Commander’s Desire” better! (“Commander” is one of my top ten romances.)”
– Debbie Alexander
A suspicious truce. An unsolved murder. To clear her name, she’ll need more than the skills of her ancestor…
Methusal is willing to work harder than any man for the sport she loves. The eighteen-year-old has trained for years for a chance to win the Kaavl Games and bring victory to her hometown. But before the competition against the worthy Behran can begin, her best friend is tragically murdered. When all clues point to her, Methusal is determined to find out exactly who framed her…
Her kaavl arch rival Mentàll is the chief of her town’s longtime enemy. And his dubious offering of peace comes at the exact same time Methusal’s supernatural senses begin stirring. But she knows her abilities only manifest in times of war…
To catch her friend’s killer and save her community, Methusal must uncover Mentàll’s devious plans… even if it means teaming up with her upcoming kaavl opponent. Even with the power of teamwork by her side, Methusal’s training still may not be enough to keep her village alive…
“Kaavl Conspiracy is the first imaginative fantasy novel in the Kaavl Chronicles. If you like engaging characters, brand new worlds, and spellbinding mysteries, then you’ll love Jennette Green’s fantasy sports adventure.”
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Excerpt
Rolban’s Chief lifted his hand. A silvery metal object rested in his palm, and a fine chain spilled between his fingers. “I suppose you recognize this.”
With a shock of surprise, she automatically reached for the familiar object. “Where did you find it?”
Petr let her take it. It was a fingerbreadth thick, and shaped like a rectangle, with the longest sides nearly as long as her palm. It was made of solid ore, and heavy. A carved border outlined the object and a large, flourished capital letter “M” was embossed upon the tablet necklace.
Her fingers rubbed its familiar lines and edges. “I’ve been searching for it all week.” She flipped it over and traced two familiar scratches on the back—a large, crude “M” in the center, and on the bottom right, a small “r.” Some ancient child ancestor of hers had scratched those in long ago.
“I found it on Renn’s dead body this morning.”
“On…Renn?” Methusal gasped. Why had Renn had her necklace? He’d known it belonged to her. Everyone did. After all, the necklace had been passed down to the oldest Maahr child for centuries. Why hadn’t he returned it?
Petr’s frown deepened. “Nothing to say?”
“What do you mean?”
“Fine. This might loosen your tongue.” He shoved a scrap of paper across the table. “Read it.”
She smoothed out the wrinkles and read the small, cramped handwriting, which looked messier than normal, as if Renn had written it in a rush.
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Methusal, I found your necklace. I’ll have to tell Petr, but I wanted to warn you first. Meet me on the crop plateau tonight. I know you’ve been in the ore mine, because that’s where I found your necklace. Are you the ore thief? We’ve always been friends, so I wanted to give you the chance to explain to me first. Renn
The message left her speechless. At the same time, she couldn’t help but touch the parchment.
Renn had written this note to her. Why hadn’t she received it? Her bewilderment grew. “This doesn’t make sense. I’ve never been to the ore mine.”
“Mmhm. Then how did he find your necklace?”
“I don’t know. It’s been lost…”
“Lost in the ore deposits!”
“But how? I don’t even know where the ore mine is.”
“Don’t lie. Renn’s letter proves you’ve been there.”
“No. I haven’t.” Exactly what point was her uncle trying to make? Methusal scrambled to make sense out of something…anything…in this strange line of questioning. “Isn’t the mine closed? That’s why we can’t make more weapons, right?”
“No. We choose not to mine ore. It’s a condition of the Great War Peace Plan. Surely you know that. Just as you know the Rolban Mountains house the biggest deposits of ore on the Koblan continent. Maybe in the entire world.”
“Yes. But…”
“Don’t play dumb, Methusal. You knew Renn was an ore mine guard!”
“No. I didn’t. I thought he was Sims’ supply room assistant.”
“He had two jobs!” Petr’s fist crashed onto the table. She jumped. He lunged to his feet. “Why were you in the restricted area? How did you get back there?”
“I didn’t!”
“Obviously, you did. We have proof. You stole ore! Who did you give it to?”
Methusal gaped up at him. “What? I didn’t steal ore! What are you talking about?”
Petr leaned over the table. “We know you’re involved, Methusal. Renn found your necklace in the ore deposits. He sent you the note. You met him on the bluffs last night. He confronted you about your ore thefts, and you pushed him over the edge.”
Reviews
“I thoroughly enjoyed this first book in Jennette Green’s new fantasy series, Kaavl Chronicles, Kaavl Conspiracy, and am looking forward to the next book in the series. I absolutely loved the character of Methusal Maahr– she’s feisty, loyal, and just generally kick-ass!” – Judith, Straight from the Library
“I have to say that it is a close call whether I love this book or “The Commander’s Desire” better! (“Commander” is one of my top ten romances.) I really enjoyed the fullness of the world created in this book, the who-dun-it was successfully pulled off, and it was easy to identify with the main character. The ending was satisfying; this is a hard task in series books.”
– Debbie Alexander
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