(eng) P. T. Hylton & Michael Anderle - Storms of Magic 01 by Storm Raiders

Author:Storm Raiders [Raiders, Storm]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Tor scowled as the small boat headed for the shore. “Can’t we go any faster? I want to get this over with.”

Dahlia gave him an indulgent smile. “Patience, darling. We’ll be there soon.”

That sentiment didn’t make him feel any better.

They were headed back to the city of Bode, the last place he wanted to be. But he didn’t have a choice. He’d promised Eril, the Barskall chief, he’d visit him this morning. Now, he, Dahlia, and his first mate were all heading toward shore to attend a pointless meeting instead of doing something useful.

Like finding the fugitive girl.

It still made him furious that she’d slipped away so easily. He didn’t know what was worse—that she’d had the gall to try, or that he’d been foolish enough to give her a chance to succeed. He was used to everyone in Holdgate giving unquestioning respect to Tor the Storm Captain and everyone outside Holdgate cowering in fear of Tor the Storm Raider. It hadn’t crossed his mind that the captain, Storm Caller, and first mate of the lowly ship, The Foggy Day, would conspire to trick him, especially for the sake of a fugitive Arcadian girl. It boggled his mind.

Now, he was left with the task of not only tracking down the girl and her cohorts, but also deciding what to do with the ship and crew who’d harbored her. Their deaths would be difficult to explain, but not impossible. He could arrange to have the ship sink. In fact, he could blame their rookie Storm Caller, assuming Summer Wind and High Tide caught him before he made it back to Holdgate.

Still, Tor preferred to handle this as peacefully as possible. Maybe he could convince Captain Roy of the wisdom of Storm Raiding. It would be nice to have another allied ship he could trust, even if it was a less than impressive one. From what he’d seen of Captain Roy so far, he didn’t hold out much hope. The man didn’t seem to have the spine for real sea work. But Tor wasn’t ready to give up yet.

The boat touched against the dock, and Randall tied a line to secure it. The three of them stepped out onto the dock and made their way through the city.

The streets were silent, even though it was the middle of the morning. The survivors of the previous night’s raid were undoubtedly cowering in their homes, probably thanking the sea that their homes were still standing, unlike those of many of their neighbors. A few Barskall Warriors wandered the streets, most looking considerably less fierce than they had the previous night now that their seiderdrek had worn off. It would have been difficult to tell Barskall from Bodeman this morning.

Tor held a sleeve to his nose as he walked. As much as he enjoyed raiding, he didn’t enjoy the stench of the fires the following day. It seemed gross by sunlight, and it set his stomach on edge.

Eril hadn’t told Tor where he’d be setting up his headquarters, but he hadn’t needed to.

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