Glyphbinder by T. Eric Bakutis

Author:T. Eric Bakutis [Bakutis, T. Eric]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy
Published: 2015-05-01T04:00:00+00:00

“BYN!” TRELL SHOUTED OVER the edge of the drawbridge as he stared at the ripples rushing across the brown moat. He could not remember if he had ever learned to swim, but Byn was not coming up. He supposed it was time to find out.

Just before he leapt Byn stumbled onto shore, choking and coughing. His torasel cloak was gone, leaving only his tattered Solyr uniform. His brown hair was plastered to his face and he was coughing muddy water, but he was alive. Good news.

Trell grabbed the leads of both horses and rushed off the drawbridge, then abandoned them at the edge of the muddy slope of the moat. He slid down and reached Byn just as Byn pushed up. Trell threw Byn’s arm over his shoulder. “What happened?”

Byn coughed as they struggled up the slope. “Battlemage.”

“That battlemage is here?”

“Has to be. Dead men don’t scribe Hands of Breath.”

Trell turned his eyes to the garrison as more dead Sentinels stumbled out, heading for them. “We have to ride. Can you?”

“No choice,” Byn said, coughing. They reached the horses and Byn climbed into the saddle as Trell did the same. They rode, pursued by the cries of the dead.

“Where’s Kara?” Trell shouted, once they were away.

“I don’t know!” Byn shouted back. Then he pointed. “Look!”

Stomper and Tack galloped toward them in a cloud of dust, snorting with eyes wide. Trell saw Sera and Jair riding them, but there was no wagon. No Charger. No Kara. Where was she?

“Sera!” Trell shouted, as he and Byn hurried Pacer and Chesa into line with the other horses. “Where’s Kara?”

“Fighting the harvenger!” Sera’s still orange eyes were wide. “We have to get back to her! The horses won’t stop!”

“Keep going! I’ll find her!”

“You’ll what?”

Trell turned Chesa from the group even as Sera shouted after him. He didn’t look back. He hoped she had the sense not to follow.

Chesa galloped bravely across dusty plains, weaving through or trampling roaming corpses. The dead were little but bones and tattered cloth. How could they move without tendon and flesh? Chesa leapt over one dead Sentinel, smashing its skull with a hoof, and then a black form came into view. The harvenger.

Trell shouted a challenge. He did not see Kara anywhere, and that had his heart pounding as hard as Chesa’s hooves. Where was she? Was she alive? A searing flame blasted from one of the crumbling towers.

Kara had taken the high ground! She was casting Hands of Heat down on her opponent even as it battered its massive fists against the tower. Trying to bring the whole thing down.

Trell felt sharp chills rushing through his arms and legs. With it came pinpricks of pain and stiff muscles. The sight of Kara in danger roused a power unlike anything he had ever felt, cold and fluid.

That power swept through him like a wave, washing through his veins, frothing in his chest, gushing into his hands and feet. It drowned him, and left him more alive than he had ever felt.

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