Crimson Spear (Blood and Sand Book 1) by Jon Kiln

Author:Jon Kiln [Kiln, Jon]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-09-05T06:00:00+00:00

18

“Friends! Pffft!” Ikrit burned with indignation inside of Vekal. One minute Vekal had been alone, landing on the overgrown bank of the canal, and the next the devil was fully present and large inside his mind. The sudden outburst of demonic presence made Vekal’s head throb with a buzzing headache.

“Ach!” He staggered on the verge, almost falling into the canal, steadying his hands on the nearest wall for support. He had managed to get almost to the bend in the canal beside him, stumbling over rocks, reedy grass, and thin, scaled trees. On his nearest side were the containing walls of the houses and warehouses, and to his left the still, wide waters of a low canal river, sleepily filled with a few marsh birds. The far side was clouded by marsh grasses and reeds, and fringed from above by the dripping fronts of waterside trees. Beyond that, Vekal could make out the shape of still more houses, roads, carts, streets, and people.

How far does this city go on for? Vekal thought to himself as he staggered and held his head like he had just woken up from a three-day drinking binge.

“Not far enough, clearly,” the creature inside his head replied. Suddenly, a burst of energy exploded through his system as the devil lent him strength. “Here. We need to get further away from them before they decide to follow us.” With the increased vigor came a reckless feeling to the Sin Eater’s mind, reminiscent of some of the earlier experiences that he had whilst training at the Tower: illicit herbs and potions designed to make the Sin Eaters inexhaustible and unstoppable. In just a few moments, Vekal found that he was now running, all thought of pain gone as he approached a foot bridge which was busy with carts and people. A short climb and he was pounding his feet across the stone and dirt of the floor, weaving in between the riders and carts to get to the other side, and on up the street.

“Left. There. That way, down that street,” the devil advised him as he ran, and Vekal found that he obeyed the creature’s insights almost unquestioningly. It was as if, finally, they were starting to meld into something that was greater than either of them.

Or have I become a puppet? the Sin Eater thought as the devil guided his body down another side street. The streets in this part of the town were narrow and conflicting, sometimes only turning into a circular cul-de-sac or having fewer exits than entrances and vice versa. Centuries of city mismanagement and overcrowding were obviously to blame, and the cobbled streets had been dug up and built over, their ancient stones replanted once more and again.

“Ha! If only!” Ikrit laughed inside of him. “If only you could be a gibbet then I wouldn’t have to put up with your eating and sleeping and moralizing!”

Gibbet? Vekal wondered, watching as his body twisted and turned down another side street, and then another.

“Demonic slang.

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