Book one - reincarnate
A white tendril reached up and wrapped around his leg, stinging as it began to pull him down into the darkness below. He screamed silently; it stung so much. He instinctively knew he needed to escape.
Davy, desperately, tried to break free, but the grip was relentless.
I’m going to Hell he feared..
“You are part of a group of Scryers, - gifted individuals, specially trained. You pan the Divides for those who are dead but don’t know it yet. They linger with some faint hope that all will be well, when they should accept death.
Those lingering souls give you the time you need to find them, snare them, and enslave them.”
The dragon was looking at her now. It slowly and somewhat unsteadily came back down to all fours, Rachael waited.
“We should go,” the dragon mind-spoke “I’m Davy, by the way.”
Davy found himself scratching his talons in the dirt and moving his tail.
The golem was confused. Did it speak to me? She looked at the glittering eyes. It seemed to be waiting for an answer. She nodded dumbly
“Rachael. I
“You are banished, child. Take your mother and flee to the Mael. You can’t stay here, and no other tribe will take you in. I’m sorry that this has happened.
“She should be killed,” shouted Jabil angrily, his motions jerked in rage.
“I have spoken,” countered Murak “and if you disagree you can accompany them.”
Valakry called to her mother and held out her hand. Arife rose, dropped the head into the
No one entering the city failed to be impressed by the gates. Maleece was no exception, no matter how many times he'd ridden through them.
The gate's massive black doors were made from iron-studded oak. The iron had been beaten into magical sigils and patterns, then embedded in the doors by the Wizard order of Engineers over a thousand years ago. The doors had never failed, though the towers that
“My news is for the Mistress herself; it is of great importance. As for you, crone, I am Maleece, Master Necromancer of Ankra, who are you?”.
The crone laughed, the ripples in the scrying pool increased.
“Confident, aren’t we. The Mistress is busy. News must be filtered, not all who request an audience get one. Not all news is worthy of her attention.
So today, Master Maleece, I am her gate keep