Awakening Camelot_A Wizard's Quest by Dan Wingreen

Author:Dan Wingreen [Wingreen, Dan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 2

"Now I know why they invented toilets," Barnes grumbled as he made his way back from behind a nearby rock formation. "Burning shit smells like…shit."

"Eloquent," Bryce drawled, brushing sand off his police uniform for what must have been the three hundredth time in the past fifteen minutes.

Noah Alexander watched as Barnes ignored his fellow officer and sat down roughly on the sand with a grunt. He, at least, was dressed appropriately for travel in an old, beat up t-shirt and jeans. Noah still had no idea why Bryce insisted on wearing his full uniform, especially since he consistently wasted too much magic cleaning both it and his hair. Not for the first time, he wondered how a man so meticulous in every other aspect of his appearance would allow himself to develop that much of a stomach.

"Focus on the crystal, if you would," Noah said, his syrupy voice quiet and contained. He sensed Bryce bristling at the reminder, but the officer said nothing in return. Noah approved. Maybe the man was finally learning his place.

Or maybe, as Noah's daddy liked to say, wishful thinking was a sport of fools.

The hunter pushed those thoughts out of his head, annoyed with himself for losing focus not even three seconds after scolding someone else for that very thing. It was the desert. He did not like deserts. Luckily for him, people were usually smart enough not to run towards one, so he very rarely had to deal with the sand, the heat, the need to deal with his own waste, and the constant threat of discovery from the self-exiled natives.

Such as the ones in the village they were currently surveilling.

They'd been lucky, coming upon it as they did. After painstakingly following tire tracks and footprints for almost the entire morning, they’d nearly tripped over the village in question, and in full daylight no less. Noah was still surprised they hadn’t been seen.

That had been several hours ago. Since then, they'd retreated half a mile to a conveniently placed hill-slash-dune and were planning their next move as they observed the shaman going about their lives.

Or, rather, Noah was. Bryce seemed content to concern himself with little else besides his appearance and his tri-hourly need to complain, and Barnes didn't seem to concern himself with anything. He just waited patiently for his orders. He was, Noah thought, a decidedly sensible man.

His daddy would have approved.

A tiny rivulet of sweat slid off Noah's forehead and into his eye. It stung, and he rubbed it away with a small scowl.

Yes, he definitely despised the desert.

Noah forced himself to ignore the heat and the way his clothing stuck to his body as he went back to studying the crystal ball. He was sitting cross-legged on the sand, the crystal in his lap and his overcoat neatly folded on the ground next to him. Noah knew all about desert nights and wasn't about to be caught freezing in his own sweat when the sun went down. A second

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