Collins, R [Saga of the God-Touched Mage 01] Glamour of the God-Touched by Ron Collins

Author:Ron Collins
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Skyfox Publishing
Published: 2014-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Elman was drained.

The Torean mage was dead, his manor razed, and his apprentices captured—but the fight had taxed him further than he wanted known. His legs burned like they had run all day, and his chest and arms felt like they had been stretched at the rack. His mind was numb.

So he assigned the Koradictines to guard the rear and ensure the apprentices did not escape.

The slaves, he corrected himself, the children ceased to be apprentices as soon as they had been captured. He had assigned the Koradictines to ensure the slaves did not escape.

It was a task even a Koradictine should be able to handle, and it should serve to keep them out of his business for the evening.

Elman rubbed his eyes.

He was no fool. He understood what was going to happen to those slaves.

These slaves would be herded into a camp with others, then marched to the deserts of Arderveer, home of Takril—the most powerful Torean wizard alive—to be offered as a gift. When this gift was accepted, however, it would likely destroy what little remained of the Torean House.

Then the Lectodinians could finally turn to the task of cleansing the world of its Koradictine blight. Despite his fatigue, Elman grinned. That time could not get here fast enough.

The clopping of hooves drew near, and Oldhamid appeared at his side, his eyes glistening in the moonlight.

“The superiors will be pleased, no?”

Darkness hid Elman’s smirk. “Yes, the superiors will be pleased.”

“I think it is important we report our successes together.”

“Fear not, Oldhamid. You will receive proper credit for your part.”

Oldhamid was silent a moment, then nodded and fell back.

Wonders of all wonders, Elman thought—a Koradictine who took a hint.

One of the slaves whined.

“Quiet,” a Koradictine mage said, drawing his sword. It was a bit dramatic for Elman’s taste, but achieved the desired effect.

Garrick pulled himself toward the stairs, but his elbow flared with pain.

He knew Alistair’s magic. The bolt of energy his superior was preparing would be powerful enough to bring the manor crumbling down upon them both. Garrick groped in the darkness with his one good arm, hoping to find something he could use as a weapon. His fingers closed on a lab book.

He winged it at his superior, but the tome fell short.

Alistair whispered the spell’s final syllables, and reached his hand forward.

Garrick braced for pain.

A clap of thunder shook the floor, and a green bolt snaked from Alistair’s fingertips. But instead of pain, Garrick felt another essence, a strong, quicksilver aura that appeared in the chamber, but that seemed to be just out of sight no matter where his gaze fell.

He felt power.

He smelled Torean wizardry more dense than the most arcane of Alistair’s experiments.

Then there was darkness, and an eerie silence where he had expected thunder.

The pain in his elbow was gone.

He could breathe without difficulty.

Alistair shuffled away, moving to climb the stairs.

Garrick rose gingerly to his feet. He wanted to understand what was happening, but things were moving too fast. He followed his superior at a distance, moving by force of will alone.

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