Guardian by Jeremy Robinson & J Kent Holloway

Author:Jeremy Robinson & J Kent Holloway [Robinson, Jeremy & Holloway, J Kent]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: adventure, Science Fiction, thriller, Fantasy, Action & Adventure
ISBN: 9780988672598
Amazon: 0988672596
Barnesnoble: 0988672596
Goodreads: 21864539
Publisher: Breakneck Media
Published: 2014-03-27T00:00:00+00:00

15

The darkness was everywhere. It was everything. It encompassed the entire world with its thick ebony silk. There was nothing else. No air or gravity or even earth. The darkness was complete. It was eternity, and King found that he really didn’t mind.

There was a certain kind of peace to it. The weight of all he’d been through had suddenly been ripped from existence, and there was a cold comfort to that. A finality that lifted the burden of the world off Atlas’s shoulders.

Since being tricked by Alexander those many years before, King had died and been revived countless times. Death had become such a part of his life, he’d long since learned to deal with the mental scars it left behind each time.

But this was different. Never before had he been aware of his death after the fact. Never had his conscious mind worked while his body lay dormant. It had always seemed like sleep. He’d drift off, only to awaken sometime later, refreshed and ready for another fight. This death, however, was like none he’d experienced before. His awareness of the darkness was proof enough of that.

He tried to remember what had led him to this point, but nothing was there. Tried to remember his past, but only brief flashes illuminated his mind’s eye. A girlfriend—no, a fiancée. He had a fiancée now. A daughter too. He knew he had a daughter. Knew he loved her more than anything in the world, but for some reason he couldn’t remember her name. And his team. He belonged to some sort of team, but their names and their purpose eluded him.

Oddly, only two names remained clear in the darkness of his death. Alexander. Or was it Hercules? After an eternity of pondering that question, King decided it didn’t matter. The only name that mattered now would have turned his blood to boiling magma, if he still had blood to boil.

The second name was Ridley. An enemy. More than an enemy, in fact. King felt in his gut that no longer existed that there were few men, if any, that he could truly say he hated. But the man called Ridley would have qualified. King was certain of it. But that wasn’t why the man’s name sprang to mind here in the netherworld...in the darkness of his own death. There was something very important about that name. Something pertinent to his current predicament. Something essential that he needed to remember.

A sudden flash of white hot bronze blazed across his field of vision. Fire burned at his neck. His throat. His brain screamed silently, as a thick, metal axe head slammed down on his ethereal neck, splitting him in two.

What had the tall, lanky man said he would do? Cut off his head...and then what?

Ridley’s name came to mind again. That infernal, cursed name. He’d been like King. Only different. Twisted. Corrupt. Not just where it truly mattered...not just in the soul...but corrupted bodily as well. Yes, like King, Ridley had been able to die and return.

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