God of the Sands: An Epic Fantasy Progression Saga (Shattered Gods Book 3) by Chris Fox

Author:Chris Fox [Fox, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chris Fox Writes LLC
Published: 2022-04-29T16:00:00+00:00

26

MONTAGUE ENDS

Two more days had passed, enough time for training to become normal again and for the certainty that we were going to die to fade in urgency to just an irritation I’d have to deal with in a few days.

I went at the blade with everything I had, drilling endlessly with Caw, and to my elation, actually earned a few grunts of approval. I knew I was getting better because Caw no longer taunted me when we fought.

Life at the temple had become routine as well, and my evenings became a mix of filing scrolls or scribing copies and then finding stolen corners where Sabri and I could meet. She had found…inventive ways around my armor situation.

Part of me still reeked of guilt, the idea that somehow I was being unfaithful to Li, despite not being in any way promised to each other. I hoped she was finding some sort of happiness wherever she was and tried not to think about her.

I’d just left the temple and was wrestling with such emotions when the guards opened the pens and allowed me back inside. They nodded absently, not even acknowledging me really. I’d become a predictable event.

I gave myself to my thoughts as I trotted down flights of stairs and leapt off worn walls, picking the most efficient path to the base of the pens where our now fortified inn lay.

Our faction had grown, misfits all, with many of the fringes around every other race’s camps choosing to join ours instead. Elderly shaldeen, orokh, and humans raised clay cups as I passed the outskirts of our camp.

I froze when a sudden baying sounded to the north, not more than two streets away. Another bay came from the south, then from the east, and of course from the west to complete the hyenakin’s message. There were a lot of howls. More than at any other time.

I’d gotten back at precisely the right time. What good fortune.

“Get everyone inside! Spread the word.” I knelt to clap Ez on his good arm, disturbing his game of Kem, then touched his opponent on the shoulder. “Has anyone seen Saghir?”

The baying grew worse, and I wasn’t certain if anyone heard. I spun around in a slow circle, parsing the chaos as I tried to locate my quint or anyone else who could help me hold the front door.

“Xal?” Ez hobbled out, limping with the new leather and bone contraption that Saghir had made for him, allowing impressive mobility. “Gronde said to tell you that he and Brim are feasting with the orokh tonight.”

“What about Isharah and Gakk?” I called back, loudly enough to be certain he heard.

“Gakkkkkkk!” A sudden cry came from above, and Gakk came sailing off the roof toward a small bucket of water. He missed it by at least six cubits and slammed into the stone.

The goblin rose, giggling, and then ran back inside.

“How many times has he done that?” I jerked my thumb after Gakk.

“I lost count. There’s Isharah!” He pointed past his shoulder, rushing back inside, clearly pleased to be relieved of anything like authority.

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