Grandmaster Arcanist (Frith Chronicles Book 8) by Shami Stovall

Author:Shami Stovall [Stovall, Shami]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Capital Station Books
Published: 2023-01-25T13:00:00+00:00

Seven weeks into our trek, we reached the Rocky Coast.

It wasn’t an imaginative name—more descriptive, and very accurate. The rocks that jutted out of the waves were sharp and jagged. They were in clusters of five to six, all along a rock-covered shore. And they were all the same dark reddish color, though the tallest of the rocks were green with algae and dried-up seaweed.

The Midnight Thorn would’ve been in danger if the sky titan hadn’t been with us. The massive invisible beast had control of the winds, and prevented our ship from ever hitting the jagged rocks.

Fortunately, we didn’t have to search the perilous coast for long. The lair of the corona phoenix was plain to see—so obvious that I didn’t even need to tell Lucian where to sail.

I didn’t need Adelgis to tell me it was our destination, either. Everyone could tell the moment we laid eyes on the distant mountain. The afternoon sky made that easy.

A pillar of flame actively raged out of control, covering the mountain peak in a blaze that rivaled the afternoon sun. The column of fire wasn’t too tall—perhaps forty feet—but it was big enough to be noticeable from a mile away. It reminded me of a lighthouse.

I shuddered when I remembered the plague-ridden phoenix that had been hiding in a lighthouse…

But I shook the memory away. This was a different phoenix. A different time. We were almost there. We would have another god-arcanist soon.

I withdrew the bauxite runestone from my pocket. The image of the god-creature phoenix was so intriguing. Hopefully, William would have no trouble bonding with it.

The air practically vibrated as the sky titan grew restless. Sytherias screeched, and the wind guided our ship through the maze of rocks jutting out of the water. The helmsman didn’t even have to man our vessel—the god-creature had everything under control.

The airship sailed over the dangers and went straight to the base of the mountain.

Mountain was possibly too strong a word. The hill with ambitions went a few hundred feet in the air, and was mostly made of red rocks and dirt, but there were a few brave trees growing from patches of dirt. They were pines, still green, despite the chilly temperature.

The large hill was just beyond the rocky shore, and all by its lonesome in a field of charred trees and blackened ground. A forest fire must’ve swept through the area a year or two ago.

Perhaps that was when the lair of the corona phoenix had appeared.

I waited until the Midnight Thorn drew close to the shore before heading to the railing. Terrakona swam next to the ship, his scales shimmering beneath the surface of the waves. When he lifted his head, water cascaded from his crystal mane like waterfalls. Then he turned to me, his blue and red eyes vibrant with life.

“It has been a long journey,” Terrakona telepathically said. “The waters are dull, and the fire of the mountain excites me.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” I replied with a chuckle.

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