City of Rogues: Book I of the Kobalos Trilogy by Ty Johnston

Author:Ty Johnston [Johnston, Ty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B002DR45P4
Publisher: L.M. Press
Published: 2009-06-17T07:00:00+00:00

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Randall was knocked to his knees. A tightness so overpowering it felt as if a spear had struck him stabbed its way into the center of his chest, forcing him to cry out in pain. With his head swimming, the healer didn’t know what was happening. He had never had a heart attack, though he had dealt with many patients who had. The pain those patients had described was what he imagined he was feeling as he gasped for breath.

Stilp stood in shock, his one pant leg still higher than the other. One second the healer had been poking at the back of Stilp’s leg, then without warning Randall had dropped.

“Tendbones!” Stilp knelt beside the healer, putting an arm around the younger man.

Randall’s pain was gone as quickly as it had assaulted him. He opened his eyes to find he could barely see from the tears. He shook his head to clear the waters.

Stilp jumped to his feet and turned toward the door. “I’ll get help.”

“Stop,” Randall managed with a croaky voice.

Belgad’s employee halted and turned back to the young man. Randall was still on his knees but whatever had come over him seemed to have released its grip.

Randall’s eyes were strained as he looked up. “Get me to my room.”

Stilp knelt beside the healer again and place his hands beneath Randall’s arms, lifting him to his feet. “You need help.”

“Just get me to my room.”

Not knowing what to do, Stilp grabbed one of Randall’s elbows and helped him through the door, then down the hall. By the time they reached the door to Randall’s personal quarters, the healer was walking on his own again.

The Kobalan didn’t pause to use a key. He said a couple of ancient words and pulled open the door.

Randall stepped into the room, his eyes darting around. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, he went to his desk and pulled open one of the drawers.

Inside was the silk cloth. On top of it lay the ring.

Randall lifted the gold band and stared at it. “What have you been up to?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Is everything all right?” Stilp had remained in the doorway.

Randall wrapped the ring in its cloth and shoved it into a pocket of his healer’s robes. “Everything is fine. I am just overworked.”

Stilp glanced around the room as if expecting to see something or someone, then looked back to Randall. “Are you sure I can’t find you some help?”

“That will be all, Stilp,” Randall said, motioning at the entrance. “If you would, close the door behind you. Your leg is fine. I suggest eating less salt to avoid the cramps.”

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