Chaos Beneath the Moonbeams: Book One of the Chaos Series by Clark Sharon G

Author:Clark, Sharon G. [Clark, Sharon G.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Regal Crest Enterprises
Published: 2015-09-29T04:00:00+00:00

HIGH AT THE top of a mountain, beneath a shroud of thick clouds, loomed the structure used by the gods since the conclusion of the Great Harmony War, when the people of Kellshae swore never to call upon the gods and goddesses, or allow magic in their realm. In a long ago time, gods were plentiful. Many had moved on, far into the cosmos. Those who remained after followed those previous when they were no longer needed, no longer worshipped.

Ysannie leaned casually (she hoped to be perceived so) against one of the many columns circling the massive chamber while waiting for the others to arrive. A circular decline of four-steps curved around a room bare of any decoration. The bottom of the lower level was furnished with eight marble chairs. Ysannie remembered the room when it was filled in garish splendor. A knot of dread weighed heavy in Ysannie’s belly knowing this session would not end well, at least not in her favor. Paksha had confirmed as much in what he didn’t say to her, as in what he had stated. She watched as the others began to enter, and settle into the chairs, which much resembled thrones many of the humans used on earth to flaunt their positions and power.

Seven deities, including Paksha took their seats, careful to avoid acknowledging her presence with even a glance, or that she hadn’t yet taken the last chair and completed the circle. She looked at each in turn: Zenti and D’Espel, King and Queen of the gods; Magan, God of Smithies; Sielar and Cabeil, Goddess of Earth and God of Water; Karoyn, Goddess of Hearth; and, her cousin Paksha, the ever-diligent Messenger.

Ysannie couldn’t bring herself to play their game, not since she had no way of winning this one, whether following rules or otherwise. Not all of the dissention could be tossed at the feet of the others, as she had balked each time they’d proposed ignoring Kellshae altogether, moving on and leaving humans far behind them. Even she enjoyed the adulation of the mortals on occasion, and wasn’t prepared to give up on them, yet. So what if humans no longer raised shrines to them, as long as they weren’t forgotten. As long as even one human, like Gradyln’s Kareina, called her name, and had found strength by doing so, Ysannie believed it was worth not giving up on them.

“Ysannie, take your seat,” Zenti ordered. He pointed to the vacant chair.

Inhaling a deep breath, Ysannie said, “I see no need. Let’s get to the point bringing me here.”

Zenti gave a scowl. “Very well.” He gazed at each of the other deities present, before settling his gaze on her. “We know you want us to involve ourselves with the mortals.”

“I want us to involve ourselves with returning T’Dar into exile.”

“To save the mortals,” D’Espel said, stabbing her own thigh with a bony finger.

“To save us all. Do you seriously believe he’ll not come for each of us for what we had done to him?”

“Brought on himself,” Zenti said.

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