Dragonsign: Gold & Glory by M. H. Johnson

Author:M. H. Johnson [Johnson, M. H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Speculative
Amazon: B07B5XJ38T
Published: 2018-03-29T23:00:00+00:00

"Boy, why aren't you in your quarters? Didn't you want your wine?" The question appeared a bit odd, and gave Sorn a moment's pause.

"No, actually. I'm not particularly thirsty at the moment. I just wanted to get some fresh air. For that matter, I'm not really one for wine on an empty stomach in any case. So, speaking of sustenance, liquid or otherwise, when is lunch?"

"Just wait down here," stammered an anxious looking Kalek, who really did look surprised to see him, Sorn reflected. "I just came down to tell you," Kalek blinked, as if at a loss for words. "To tell you that things are still busy up above, and will be for quite some time. Just wait here, and we will bring you lunch." With a nervous smile, Kalek immediately turned around and went back up on deck as fast as his legs could carry him, the sharp stench of his anxiety tickling Sorn's nose the only sign that he had been there but moments before.

Why had Kalek been so nervous, so surprised to see him? Why was the man so damned insistent about them drinking the wine?

Upon consideration of the odd smell from the flasks, a nasty suspicion hardened into utter certainty. For whatever reason, Kalek was attempting foul play, and one facet of his maneuvering included poisoning Sorn and his cousins.

The very thought triggered a blistering fury that Sorn could barely keep in check. Clenching his fists, he could only close his eyes and shudder, rocked as he was by the searing roars of outrage flashing through his mind like crimson flame. He knew he could not approach his cousins in such a blistering rage, his very scent would trigger the same reactions in them, and the result would be something he could not control. And on some level, he realized, he did not want to. The hot fury bellowing inside him demanded no quarter to his enemies. Destroy. Immolate. Consume.

With a shuddering breath, Sorn pulled away from the seductive whisper of his tightly coiled wrath, just barely regaining control, concentrating only on deep breaths before the last shudder passed, and the rage, still smoldering, was nonetheless kept in check, if barely. The thought of that slimy drunken bastard trying to poison his cousins… Enough. He couldn't think it right now. He must keep control. He could still taste the copper tang of his outrage, and only hoped his odor no longer smelled of towering fury. His hard knock on the cabin door was forceful enough to cause the door to rattle and was immediately opened by a concerned looking Fitz.

"Sorn we're sorry about… What's wrong?" Fitz's nostrils flared, his pupils instantly turning to slits, and Sorn could hear his breath come out in short ragged breaths. "Sorn, what is it?" Fitz cried in strangled fury, his fists clenched so hard he barely noted the sharp crack as his spasming hand tore the doorknob clean off. Hanz and Lieberman couldn't help but notice their brother tear loose the doorknob however, their startled glances quickly turning into alarm.

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