Bloodlord (Soulguard Book 3) by Christopher Woods

Author:Christopher Woods [Woods, Christopher]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-06-25T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

The Prophet led Bel and her squad up through the stairway of the building. She couldn't believe what they had become capable of in the short time since she had learned how to tie her Soulstream into the knot.

"Why are we climbing the stairs of a building in the heart of the Master's city?" Seldin asked.

"Do not question orders, Seldin," Bel said.

"It's ok, Bel," the Prophet said, "I have heard rumors of something very interesting that occurred yesterday. I want to see it for myself. I felt you would enjoy it as well, so here we are."

"What is it, Prophet?"

"We'll see, together, Bel," he said with a grin.

She followed as the Prophet jumped up through the center of the stairwell that led from the bottom to the top of the building. He cleared several stories and grabbed a railing. Then he launched upwards for another.

Bel and her squad of nine of The Prophet's Guard launched themselves upwards as the Prophet had done.

When they reached the top of the building, they exited onto the roof.

Bel had never been this high except when climbing cliffs. She looked out in awe at the sea of rooftops that she saw leading off into the distance.

"It should be on the East end of the building," the Prophet said and walked to the left.

He looked over the edge and his shoulders started to shake. Bel thought he was sobbing for a second.

"Prophet?" she asked in worry.

He turned with a wide grin on his face and she realized it was laughter instead of sobbing that shook his shoulders. He slowly just sat down with his back leaning against the escarpment and laughed.

She stepped up to the edge and looked down.

Her squad were some of the highest educated of her people. Since the Prophet had found them, they had learned to read and write. The Prophet said it was a useful skill and she took his words to heart.

What she saw brought a great smile to her face. In huge letters, created by holes blown in the side of the building was a single word.

Rash'Tor'Ri.

She heard the Prophet muttering under his breath in the language she was in the process of learning, the language of the Prophet.

"Crazy son of a bitch."

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