Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
He looked at me, his eyes wide and freaked out.
“Show me what Grandfather taught you!”
Conlan thrust his hands in front of him as if trying to block an invisible attacker with his palms. The language of Shinar spilled out of him, words moving and twisting his magic.
A shaggy brown shapeshifter broke away from the fight and sprinted toward us. I was in front, with Rimush and Owen behind me.
“Don’t do it!” I warned.
The shapeshifter leaped onto the bridge, her shoulders hunched, her ursine muzzle gaping open, her eyes locked on me.
I ran at her, light on my feet.
We met in a split second, her claws against my sword. Her talons found empty air. Sarrat found her throat. Her body fell to the left, and her head flew to the right, into the pit.
A few more feet and I landed on solid ground. Rimush and Owen were a step behind me. Conlan and Darin were next, my son still chanting.
A boulder smashed into the ground directly in front of us and rolled down, bouncing, crushing two enemy shapeshifters in its path.
Conlan’s chant faltered. The magic was there, prepped and ready. I could feel it. It just needed that final push, and he must have forgotten that crucial last word.
A second boulder dropped behind the first. There was no place to go. The archers were still on the bridge, and the rocks would smash directly into them.
“The words are yours,” Jushur intoned, his voice calm and reassuring. “They will obey.”
Rimush sprinted into the path of the first boulder. His twin swords leaped into his hands almost on their own. He jumped. Magic rippled from his weapons, stretching into glowing blades of light. They scissored the giant rock, cleaving it in two. The two halves fell apart, spinning away from each other, driven by the sudden release of magic. The surface of the cut was smooth as glass.
The impact tossed Rimush into the air. He flipped head over feet and landed gracefully on his toes. The second boulder rolled by him, straight at us.
“Eibur uru atamet!” Conlan screamed.
Golden light shot out of his hands, forming two big translucent shields, each fifty feet across and twenty-five feet wide. They hung twenty feet in front of us, in midair, mirroring the angle of his hands.
Conlan lowered his palms, thrusting the slanted shields in the path of the boulder.
The stone missile smashed into his magic and bounced off, over our heads, into the hole.
He had done it!
“Good job!”
He grinned back at me.
The others gaped at my son. Too bad Curran had missed it.
A third boulder flew overhead and crashed into the far end of the bridge. Shit.
The translucent plank cracked.
Hold. Hold, damn you.
The end of the bridge fractured and shattered, the cracks running toward us.
“Run!” I screamed.
The archers scrambled to safety, the cracks on their heels as the bridge melted into nothing. Rimush and Owen grabbed them and shoved them out of the way, flinging them to the sides and the safety of solid ground.
The cracks accelerated.
Heather was the last one on the bridge. I caught a glimpse of her face, her eyes opened wide, her mouth ready to scream. The bridge fractured under her feet. She leaped, a desperate jump that would fall short, and then Rimush caught her, hanging off the edge, one hand holding Heather’s shoulder and the other gripped by Owen. The werebison grunted and heaved them both out of the pit.
Conlan exhaled, his shields dipping a little, following his hands.
“You did so well. Can you walk with the shields?”
He nodded. “I’m good.”
“You’re doing great. Everyone, stay behind me, four people per line.” I started toward the fortress. Rimush and Owen flanked me again.
The boulders crashed around us, some aimed to land on us and others dropped in the middle of the battlefield to roll into us. No other direction. We were the only target.
I could see the Pale Queen now without binoculars. She’d slumped against the parapet, watching me advance, hatred plain on her face. That pit had cost a lot of magic. She was trying to recover.
“In range!” Heather announced.
We halted. The archers aimed as one. The arrowheads glowed green. Explosion bolts. Nice. Penderton had dug deep into its budget.
“Turn the shields!” I ordered.
Conlan raised his hands and turned his palms toward each other. The shields in the air above us turned sideways.
“Fire!” Heather barked.
The arrows whistled through the air and bit into the hunters atop the tower. Magic splashed with bright green sparks.
A man screamed, and a body toppled and plummeted to the ground. A priest-mage. Good hit.
Darin smiled.
“Stay here and fire just like that.”
I resumed my trek forward. I was close enough, but I wanted to put a little distance between me and the archers.
The ranks of enemy shapeshifters ahead and to my left had thinned. Bodies littered the ground, most still alive and groaning, others still and silent.