Total pages in book: 222
Estimated words: 213974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1070(@200wpm)___ 856(@250wpm)___ 713(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 213974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1070(@200wpm)___ 856(@250wpm)___ 713(@300wpm)
“No, they have not,” he answered. “They remain in the Bonelands.”
“The Bonelands?” My brow knitted.
“Eythos named it,” Kolis said with a shrug. “It’s to the south of Dalos, along the coast, beyond the Carcers. A rather uninhabitable stretch of sand dunes and overgrown, forested lands full of forgotten Temples once belonging to the Ancients, and rocks that vaguely resemble the bones of giants. My brother believed them to be actual bones of dragons slaughtered by the Ancients.” He scoffed. “Perhaps he was right.”
Why were the Ancients killing dragons? The answer to that wasn’t important, but hadn’t Attes said that Ash was being held in the Carcers? “You haven’t…attacked them? Forced them back from your borders?”
“Should I have?” he countered.
I wasn’t exactly sure how he expected me to answer that question, but I went with the obvious. “Yes?”
“Truly?”
“If they were forces encroaching on my lands, I would,” I answered objectively.
“But if I do that, then it would escalate tensions, possibly to the point of no return.” He lifted his glass. “Contrary to what you may believe about me, I have no desire to start a war. Engaging with his forces would do exactly that.”
My lips slowly parted as his claim hung in the space between us like a heavy fog of a whole lot of bullshit.
“You look surprised.”
“More like confused,” I said. Attes hadn’t said that Kolis wanted war. He’d only said that the false King would fight a war his way.
“And why is that?”
“You said you wanted to rise as the Primal of Life and Death,” I explained, carefully choosing my words. His cunning gaze centered on me. The gold should’ve warmed his eyes, but his stare was so damn cold. “And that those who don’t relinquish their Courts and kingdoms to you would die.”
“I did say that.”
“You’re speaking of Primals, gods, and mortals alike, correct?” When he nodded, I stated what I thought was pretty obvious. “Would that not cause a war?”
Kolis’s chuckle was a low hiss like a serpent’s, full of superiority and amusement bordering on mockery. “I suppose I should’ve been clearer. I have no plans of starting a war that I would not win or one that would leave much of both realms an uninhabitable mess, which is what would happen if a war began,” he said. “Once again, you look surprised.”
I bet I did look like that when I could feel my jaw hanging open like a broken gate. I wasn’t even sure why hearing what he said surprised me so much. Kolis wanted to be a supreme ruler, which meant there would need to be land and people to rule over.
I suppose it was because I thought of Kolis as an unhinged, chaotic mass murderer.
And who would blame me for that? The way he’d behaved when I first woke in Dalos had backed up that belief. But he wasn’t that.
Well, he was for sure an unhinged mass murderer, but he was far more logical than chaotic. Or maybe as logical as he was chaotic. Either way, the realization made him all the more frightening to me.
“Besides,” he said. “Such a war would most certainly spill into the mortal realm, and while they have become far too complacent, they cannot worship us as they should if they’re dead.”
“Complacent?” I questioned.
“In their lives. But that will soon change, as I plan to take more of an active role.”
My mouth had to be hanging open again, and it had nothing to do with what he meant by an active role. “I’m not sure how much time you spend among mortals, but the vast majority don’t have the luxury of being complacent in their lives.”
He fixed his stare on me. “Perhaps if they served Iliseeum better, they would have that luxury. However, their time spent in worship and prayer has steadily waned. Their pledges to the Temples continue to dwindle, while their tithes become less and less impressive.”
Even as scary as he was, my mouth would not stop moving. “It’s likely because most of their time is spent trying to survive.”
“And as I just said, perhaps their prosperity would improve if they proved themselves worthy of it,” he countered. “As it stands, their losses and struggles are of their own making.”
Anger flashed through me so hotly, Kolis would be drowning in it if he had Ash’s abilities. I had to move past this subject of mortals because if I didn’t, I’d likely lose my temper. “Won’t taking me, the Consort of the Shadowlands, further escalate things?”
“Nyktos started things by attacking me, but I am giving him time to rethink his actions, as acts of war can always be walked back,” he said, and the only part I really latched on to was him saying that he was giving Ash time. “Taking you could present challenges, but only if the other Primals feel you are worth going to war over.”