Angels and Djinn, Book 3: Zariel's Doom by Lewis Joseph Robert

Author:Lewis, Joseph Robert [Lewis, Joseph Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Copper Crow Books
Published: 2014-06-23T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 18

“You’re not killing anyone,” Samira said quietly. She raised her hand and from the rock at her feet, an enormous sword of solid stone emerged from the ground, growing taller and taller until it loomed high over all of them, balanced precariously on its pommel.

Lamia dashed forward and grabbed the stone sword in her bare hands and whisked the massive weapon off the ground as though it were no heavier than a child’s toy. The cleric lunged at the sparkling djinn Danya, smashing the huge sword down into the ground. Danya slipped aside faster than the eye could follow and the sword crashed into the earth, cracking the rock slab and hurling dust and slivers of stone into the air.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Lamia swung again, sweeping the huge sword from left to right to cleave her enemy in half, but Danya merely dashed away in a blur of shadow and moonlight.

And straight into Samira’s hands. The Tevadim wrapped one arm around the renegade’s throat and the pair of them vanished in a burst of dust and wind, sweeping the ground clear.

Zerai stared at the empty spot, and then he spun around and around, scanning the darkness for some sign of the two djinn women, but all he saw were shadowy rocks and dark clouds gliding across the starry heavens. “Where?”

“Quiet.” Lamia looked left and right, searching, listening.

The earth exploded and Zerai fell backward, rolling and tumbling as he struggled to keep his arms and body wrapped around Nadira to shield her from the fall and from the flying shards of stone. He crashed his shoulders and hips into sharp rocks and slammed his head against the ground more than once, but he clung to the little girl clawing at his arms, and for the first time in years, he actually prayed a silent, brief entreaty to heaven that this cold, dark moment not be his last.

And it wasn’t. His body ached and his senses spun as Nadira babbled angrily and clutched at his shirt with her tiny fingers. When the debris settled, the falconer sat up and peered into the dust cloud. Lamia lay far off to his left, lying on her belly and protecting her eyes with one hand as she looked back toward the epicenter of the eruption, and he scanned right until he saw them.

Samira and Danya both lay face down in the dust, their arms and legs splayed at strange angles. Neither one moved.

Lamia dashed to her feet and snatched up her stone sword. The huge blade had broken, leaving a smaller, more jagged weapon in her hand, but Zerai knew that size was meaningless to a Sophirim who could make a boulder as light as a leaf or a leaf as heavy as an avalanche. He scrambled back behind a small stone lip to better protect himself and Nadira just as Lamia reached the djinn and brought her sword down on Danya’s head.

The stone sword exploded and collapsed under its unnaturally massive weight, burying Danya’s head and chest in a mound of red rubble.

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