Dust and Cinder (Rise of the Dragons Trilogy Book 3) by N. R. Hairston

Author:N. R. Hairston [Hairston, N. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: magic urban fantasy
Publisher: Fire Ink Media, LLC
Published: 2017-12-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

The next world we entered was named Tangule and had people training in midair with swords on high alert for a Yango attack. Iago talked to one of them. A tall, slim woman with tan skin.

Her eyes lit up with excitement when we told her what was happening. She looked like she’d waited for this moment her whole life and now that it was here, she didn’t know quite how to contain herself.

She got the pattern of the portal down, and we left, hoping her and her people would join us.

Then Trout opened a portal that landed us on a mountaintop in a world named Lehin. It was full of large houses made of stone and people were using quarterstaff sticks to fight. Their movements were quick and fast, and though I was freezing to the point of having chill bumps running up and down my arms, these people were pouring buckets of sweat.

Lantana and Iago talked to the man and woman who seemed to be in charge. They both wore fur coats that I was sure was made from real animal skin. During the course of the conversation I heard the man say they had three Yangos locked in a cave midway down the mountain and would be glad to finally end them.

The last place we went to was Loden, Fletcher’s world. We portaled just outside his house. The sound of whooshing air and things being broken apart hit us immediately.

“It’s coming from the back,” Coen said, eyes straining that way.

Fletcher lived in a simple white clapboard, with blue shutters and a rocking chair on the front porch. Beautiful pink and white flowers rested on the window sills, and the grass had been cut to within an inch of its life.

It was a nice, quaint, comfortable looking place, something I didn’t really associate with Fletcher or his sister Yemsa, but maybe it was something they’d built before the world had gone crazy and Yango had taken over.

We heard more whooshing, and then the sound of laughter filled the air. Coen waved a hand. “Let’s say we join the party.”

We walked to the backyard, which was covered with people of all shapes and sizes. They were lined up, rows of them as if this was some elite exercise class and Fletcher and Yemsa were the instructors.

They both stood in front of the crowd, whistles around their necks, barking out orders. They paused when they saw us approach, and all eyes turned our way.

Yemsa looked less than pleased to see me, and I remembered that things had ended badly between us the last time I’d been here. I’d pleaded for the lives of Brad and Melinda, the two Yango who’d thrown me into this mess to begin with, and she’d broken their necks.

At the time, I’d been pissed, and even some of my own crew had started to give me the side eye. I hadn’t grown up under the thumb of the Yango, so I hadn’t fully grasped the depth of suffering they spread wherever they went.

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