Fate of Storms: (Blood of Zeus: Book Three) by Meredith Wild & ANGEL PAYNE

Author:Meredith Wild & ANGEL PAYNE [Wild, Meredith & Payne, Angel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781642632491
Publisher: Waterhouse Press
Published: 2021-05-03T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Kara

Sobs overwhelm me. Minutes pass as anger threads through the hopelessness I can’t seem to shake. I’m banging my fists against the old library’s shelves, tearing at the dusty tomes and adding to the mess of the room until I fall to my knees in defeat. Wiping at my unending tears, I take the smallest solace that I could still be with Hades and his minions, planning Maximus’s defeat.

I take in a deep breath, then groan in frustration for taking my anger out on the books. They’re not mine, but books have been my only companion at times. A wonderful comfort in bleak times when being a Valari—celebrated and sought after—was simply too much.

I begin the task of stacking up the casualties of my tantrum. I recognize a few titles in English. Most are in Latin. I open one, slicing my index finger in the process of turning the pages. Blood drops land on the fragile paper. I close the book quickly, only to expose the book beneath. Dark round droplets land on the book’s emblem—a faded golden torch. Below, gold lettering reads Ἑκάτη in ancient Greek.

“Hecate,” I mutter. “Goddess Hec—”

A pinpoint of burning light traces the outline of the emblem, rendering me speechless for a moment. Once the light completes its circuit, the cover loosens from its pages as if the book has taken a small breath and released itself to be opened. I reach for the cover’s edge, eager to explore the contents of this already mesmerizing tome.

The pages, filled with combinations of symbols and words that glow as my fingers pass over them, is a golden sustenance I’ve never taken in before. It’s as if a higher power took my bond with Maximus and translated it into chants and sounds and symbols that only I can understand.

I’m so busy marveling at the book and the energy coming off its pages that I barely hear my name. I falter for a second, certain it’s my mind playing fantastical tricks on me. But I breathe deeply, borrowing from the strength that my veins draw in from the book.

“Kara.”

But there it is again, rough as rustled leaves but steadier than the oak they fell from—effectively reducing me to the texture of a sapling. Even in the space I’ve found out of sheer instinct, I need just a few minutes of solace before trying to deal yet again with my new reality.

No. Not total instinct. The library beckoned as if I’d been by it a thousand times instead of a couple. It called as if I were meant to be here. It spoke to me just as the book has, making me forget where I am and why I even escaped in here…

Until now.

I look back up, expecting the horror of hell to press back down on me.

But instead see only beauty.

Even in the far corner of all the disheveled chaos, there’s new light and mighty magnificence…

Because the room is filled with the glory of him.

I tremble and can’t control it.

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