Champion of the Gods, Books 1-2 by Andrew Q. Gordon

Author:Andrew Q. Gordon [Gordon, Andrew Q.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2016-03-17T04:00:00+00:00

FARRELL TURNED quickly to face the new threat. Weeks of training kicked in, and he rebalanced his weight, preparing to meet the attack. Forcing energy to the tips of his staff, he spun the halves into position to strike. He’d readied a spell to turn the lead brute into ashes when its face exploded in a shower of blood, flesh, and brains. The second Chamdon met a similar fate a heartbeat later.

Farrell looked up to see Grohl and Takala, wings spread wide, soaring upward, the limp bodies of their lifeless enemies dangling from their claws.

“We thought you could use a talon, brother!” Takala’s exuberance had Farrell laughing.

The square suddenly swarmed with activity. Companies of Belsport’s city guard accompanied by teams of wizard constables poured in from the north and west. Dozens of peregrines glided into the open space, dropping fully armored, angry Muchari warriors. Ostert was among the newcomers, and he gave Farrell the barest of nods before he swept across the open space to attack a confused Chamdon.

Chaos ruled the square for a moment as dead Chamdon rained down on Meglar’s troops. Farrell’s brothers and the other peregrines swooped down, snatching Chamdon from the ground before quickly dropping the bloody corpses among the other defenders. The remaining wizards proved no challenge for Belsport’s wizard constables. Working together, the constables quickly killed or subdued the remaining Zargonian wizards.

No longer under attack, Farrell searched for places to help. Noting a few human soldiers aiming crossbows skyward, Farrell focused his attention on protecting the peregrines. He killed three soldiers before the last one managed to fire a bolt. Following its path, Farrell shattered it just before it struck. The look of terror on the archer’s face lasted only until his intended target dug her claws into the man’s head and hauled him skyward in one swift movement.

Behind the initial reinforcements, Farrell saw a determined Nerti and Klissmor leading a troop of unicorns, each bearing a Muchari. Erstad rode Nerti, and Klissmor brought Master Baylec to the fight. Dozens more trailed their Queen, fanning out as they reached the open space.

Bereft of handlers, the remaining Chamdon proved easy to isolate and kill. The few remaining human soldiers quickly surrendered. Baylec led the Haven troops east to help subdue the remaining enemy. Farrell noted the barely controlled zeal Baylec and the others displayed when searching for Meglar’s forces.

Erstad remained with the troops left to guard the square. Nerti walked toward Farrell as he removed the energy skins protecting himself and Miceral. Her gaze locked on Farrell’s hands, which still had the healing energy around them.

“Child, what did you do?” Her tone lacked the reproach he expected. When Erstad turned toward them, Farrell knew she spoke to more than just him.

“What’s wrong with your hands?” Erstad left the others and walked over.

Miceral thwarted Farrell’s attempt to find the best explanation by speaking first. “He grabbed the sides of a Door and got severely burned in the process.”

While Miceral didn’t understand the full ramification of what he said, Erstad did.

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