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And this time she is not alone.

Rifkind's Challenge

I like women warrior books. In this one, Rifkind was a warrior, but when her destiny had been completed and she found she was with child, she adopted herself into a tribe and became their healer Lynn Abbey lives in Leesburg, Florida. The mother insists that such could not be the case since she had held the child throughout the night to protect her. Rifkind then asks Amra where the bite is located and Amra replies that it is at her ankle. Rifkind asks her why she didn't show the mother the bite. Amra says that she doesn't like to argue and was hoping that the mother would stay away until after she had treated the child.

Rifkind then scolds Amra for avoiding such conflicts and reminds Amra that she is the Healer for Hamarach's clan. Then Rifkind leaves the Healer to her work and continues her way to the tent of Hamarach. There she explains her reasons for leaving. He realises the path of her thinking and agrees with her departure. But he would like her to escort Tyrokon to the north with Vendle's caravan.

Since Tyrokon will not be able to hold his own against challengers, he must leave the clan. Otherwise, he is will be challenged until he falls.

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His departure will ensure a quiet transition of power to his brother Izakon. So Rifkind agrees to go with Tyrokon. The boys have been listening to this conversation and Cho decides to go also. Rifkind meets Vendle that evening at the meal and discusses pertinent issues. He is amazed at her knowledge of the Wet-lands. This tale takes Rifkind and the boys to Epigos.

They get in trouble there and have to flee without most of their supplies. Rifkind then tries to get the boys to return to the clan, but Cho disagrees. After Cho asks whether she can prevent them following her, she gives in and starts teaching the boys about the strange Wet-lands.

The prequel to this novel was copywrited in , so this sequel is somewhat overdue. But better late than never. Like this novel, Rifkind returns to the Wet-lands rather late. She finds many changes, mostly for the worse. But some friends are still around.

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Highly recommended for Abbey fans and for anyone else who enjoys tales of personal magic, political intrigue, and women warriors. Kindle Edition Verified Purchase. Lynn Abbey created a wonderful hero in Rifkind.

She sees herself as flawed, but she is perfect in the eyes of everyone else. Always a good read, I have re-read this series many times over. Each time enjoying it more. I wish Lynn Abbey had written more than just three books in the Rifkind series!

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One person found this helpful 2 people found this helpful. Mass Market Paperback Verified Purchase. One person found this helpful. Fantastic storyline brilliantly written. I would recommend this book to anyone who has read the first book. Rifkind's Challenge seemed to grind into her relationship to her son and with others. While I would gladly buy any other books in the series, this one left me a little wanting. The story continues and is so apt.

She's the kind of mom I want to be. Respected and feared, admired and there for her son. We've known and heard of fantasy author Lynn Abbey for quite some time, but had never read any of her books for some reason.

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And even though Rifkind's Challenge seems like a continuation, it is still a stand alone novel unto itself. Not only did the beautiful cover design and cover art by one of the best fantasy artists working today, Julie Bell, captured our eye, but the back cover story sounded intriguing, too. And what we found was a worthy, well-rounded, strong character driven fantasy novel full of magic, adventure, action, and interesting and believable characters that had us turning pages until the wee hours of the morning. Rifkind is a challenging figure of a woman, a healer with magical powers, but also a deadly swordswoman when needs arise.

And they arise aplenty! The huge rift between Rifkind and her estranged son, Cho, is written beautifully, creating a dynamic in which the reader is driven to turn the next page, wondering if and when or how these two will ever see eye-to-eye on anything, and if they will ever become mother and son again.

And mixed in with the drama is world-building writing at it's finest, chock full of nomads and and raiders, dangerous magical creatures and beings that will surely keep fantasy enthusiasts at the edge of their seat. Lynn Abbey proves here that she is comfortable in her fantasy realm, creating memorable characters and not one-dimensional hero's that are easily forgotten. There is no challenge in reading this one. Just a challenge to see whether you can put it down or not. The author is good, but the character has an ego that a god would envy.

I kept reading thinking at some point Rifkind would reconcile with her son. They go on being at odds. The book "ends" were another should begin. I didn't read the first 2 books in what must be a series, never found them. What i have is a paperback. Had wood been steel, Tyrokon would have been crippled. When they began again, Cho saw that Tyrokon was hurting. Cho pounded hard, fully aware that every parry sent a tremor down chronically sore muscles.

Tyrokon shook his head.

But his leg begged to differ with his mouth and he went down again. Cho was as prepared to wait as he was to win. He needed water himself and turned to the heap of cloaks. A woman had joined them, coming from the open steppe rather than camp. She was tiny—a handspan shorter than Tyrokon—and delicate…delicate the way the best swords were delicate. Her cheek seemed on fire in the sunset light.

There was a silver crescent there, the mark of the goddess of the Bright Moon, the only god worshipped in the Asheera and bestowed only on those women she accepted as her healers. Other healers were compassionate souls who comforted as they restored health, but not this woman. Standing still, this woman had the demeanor of a ger-cat on the stalk. Injury and illness were her enemies. It was not a compliment. He retrieved the waterskin and offered it Tyrokon. He leaned against his stick-sword like an old man. Do you need that stick, or can I borrow it?

Tyrokon steadied himself and surrendered the stick. The woman took it and tossed her heavy cloak aside. Tyrokon had two, the sister-wives of Hamarach who cherished their firstborn above all else. That he had not told them of his whereabouts or intentions was plain from the way he silently studied his boots. The woman turned to Cho. What have you to say for yourself? He checked his grip on the stick and checked it again before retreating across the dirt. The woman came on guard behind the practice weapon, transforming herself as she did.

Her balance was perfect. Her weapon was centered.

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Her face gave nothing away. He feinted toward her left side—her off-weapon side—hoping to create an opportunity. The woman moved her wrists, nothing more; the stick canted slightly, enough to block any attack without exposing a flank. Cho feinted to her other side, with the same results. After his second withdrawal, he convinced himself that he had the sheer strength to beat the stick out of her slender hands. He attacked straight ahead. Wood struck wood and she seemed to give way.

He bent at the knees to free his stick and, before he knew it, he suffered an unwelcome wooden tap just below his right shoulder. With steel, she could have sliced his arm off; even with wood, she could have broken it. After a long spell of stone-like patience, she twitched. Cho would go to his grave believing he had seen a sunwise shift to her balance. But—damn—this time the woman dropped low, which for her was very low. She got beneath him and disarmed him with a wooden wrist slap that left his fingers tingling. Cho flexed his hand.