An Orc at College series Box Set by Liam Lawson

Author:Liam Lawson [Lawson, Liam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Trisha Madden was exultant with power. It crackled about her in a violet corona of energy and created a wind that whipped her hair about behind her. She was stunning.

Trisha had always been a beautiful woman. She’d also been all business and somewhat matronly in demeanor, so that her natural beauty was overshadowed by her spirit. There’d also been the age difference. While Nymal might have been significantly older than any of them, relatively speaking she was still in their age range. Trisha Madden had always been the Matron of the Madden Residence to Trorm.

The person before him now was a stranger, someone younger than him and rife with power. Trisha’s features, beneath the energy, positively glowed. It was as if she’d been given a full makeover along with her age reduction. And that was before touching on her demeanor. There was something almost gleeful about this person that he had a hard time associating with the Trisha he knew. This person was powerful, used to getting their way, taking what they wanted, and blasting aside all who dared oppose her.

Trorm had known warriors like her before. Berserkers. Renowned for their individual prowess and rewarded greatly for it by all except those who had to fight alongside them. Those fighters didn’t tend to fare so well. In the long run, neither did the berserkers.

Trisha grinned with manic glee and hurled the purple lightning into the mist.

The face in the mist screamed, its maw opening impossibly wide as power coursed through it. Divine power, not arcane. Trisha wasn’t casting like a wizard—she was casting like a cleric. A powerful one. Hadn’t she just said something about being a spell-eater? That’s what the clerics of Xosione called themselves!

Trorm’s eyes went to the glowing tattoo over her lower belly, pulsing with violet light. The divine symbol for Xosione, the Goddess of forbidden power. The keeper of secrets and devourer of spells.

Trisha Madden opened her mouth and the lightning began pulling the mist into it. The mist screamed. It screamed louder when Trisha bit down, neatly severing the substance in her mouth from the rest of the things incorporeal body and swallowed.

“What the hell is happening?” Winnie screamed behind him.

“Trisha’s a priestess of Xosione and she’s eating the thing that’s attacking us!” Trorm called back, barely audible over the screams of the mist, which Winnie must have been able to hear even if she couldn’t see it because she had her long ears clamped down to the sides of her skull.

Lilian fell to the floor, growing taller and losing both her weight and acne. Abigail’s hair began to reweave itself into her mane of braids, the blue color flooding back into her hair. Nymal seized up and what subtle masculine features had come over her melted into femininity once more. They were all returning to their proper temporal state.

Good. That had been Trorm’s primary reason for not going on the offensive. Now, with Trisha’s help and his allies restored, it was time to change tactics.

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