Darkblade Savior by Andy Peloquin

Author:Andy Peloquin [Peloquin, Andy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 41067485
Published: 2018-09-03T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Six

The Hunter’s jaw dropped. Keeper’s teeth!

He couldn’t believe the vastness of the opia bushes before him. In Kara-ket, a single spindly bush had flowered, with just one tiny berry for show. Yet here, the plants towered nearly twice the Hunter’s height, their branches heavy with hundreds of rich, round fruits the size of large wine grapes. Hundreds more tiny white buds dotted the green leaves.

No wonder the Warmaster had boasted that he could get his hands on all the opia he wanted. Here in Enarium, the berry grew in a greater abundance than the Hunter had imagined possible.

Relief washed over him like a drink of cool water in the Advanat Desert. After his flight from Kara-ket, he’d stubbornly clung to the hope that he would find the opia, the only thing that could cure Hailen’s madness, in Enarium. Yet it had been little more than hope built on the flimsy foundation of the Warmaster’s words.

To find it here, and in abundance enough to save Hailen a hundred times over, drained away the tension that had filled him since his discovery that the berry could cure the boy. He wanted to laugh, to bask in the triumph of finding what he’d traveled leagues to obtain, but forced his face to retain the permanent scowl of the Blood Sentinel. He had to remain in character a little longer.

He stepped into the dome and was immediately struck by a solid wall of heat. The circular dome reminded him of the glasshouses he’d seen on his visit to Icespire, across the Frozen Sea. Evidently, someone had discovered what Yalleng the Serenii had known and written in his stone tablet—that the amplification of the light or heat within the glass dome sped up the growth of not just opia, but all plants. Perhaps that was why the garden at the pinnacle of the Sage’s tower in Kara-ket had flourished in such abundance despite the high altitude.

“Can I help you?” came a woman’s voice from behind him.

The Hunter ignored the question, as an arrogant Blood Sentinel would. A moment later, a woman squeezed herself through the doorway around his armored frame and came to stand in front of him.

“Can I help you?” she repeated, this time with more than a hint of disapproval in her voice.

The Hunter glared down at her. She barely reached his chest, and she looked to be in her fourth or fifth decade of life—which meant in the early hundreds, given her Elivasti heritage. Brown and grey threaded her long, braided hair in equal measure, and the first lines of age showed at the corners of her lips and mouth. She had a heart-shaped face that must have been gorgeous in her youth, but now bore the beauty of a mature woman tempered by hard years. Given everything that happened in Khar’nath, just a short distance from her garden paradise, the years must have been hard indeed.

“I’m surprised to see you up here.” She spoke in a prim voice, one that reminded him of Graeme.

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