Heart of the Sea by Spencer Sekulin

Author:Spencer Sekulin [Spencer Sekulin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Spencer Sekulin
Published: 2024-09-10T00:00:00+00:00

Aodhán stepped onto the deck to the roar of cannons and the thump of enchanted depth charges. The ocean looked like it was being torn apart. All twelve of Ilya’s warships circled the dive spot, a span of black, heaving ocean beneath a thundery sky. He couldn’t see the Salka, but he heard their high-pitched screams between the blasts. The Sealord’s fleet had spent thirty minutes bombarding the area, softening them up as One Eye put it. Meanwhile, the Seer applied a triple layer of spells so heavy that Aodhán’s heart palpitated with their power.

“These are more potent wards than the others,” the Seer said as he worked, fingers plucking as he weaved threads of magic only he could see. “You are a remarkable specimen. The sheer concentration of magic would kill a weaker host. You will need it where you’re going.” He showed his teeth in the first sincere smile Aodhán had seen from him. “Take the Heart of the Sea, and not only will you be free, you will also be a legend among gods and men.”

Freedom. Fame. Neither mattered compared to vengeance.

“And I must warn you,” the Seer said. “At this depth, and with the sheer concentration of Salka, there will be excessive… interference. My sorcery will only last fifteen minutes. Maybe less. You will have to be quick.” He reached into his robes, taking out a curved knife. A lacey pattern of sapphire glyphs adorned its blade. “Enchanted to rebuff the Heart’s protection. Use it wisely, and good luck.”

“I don’t need it,” Aodhán grunted.

“The knife? No, you will—”

“Your luck. My father said that luck is fickle. He never depended on it. I won’t either.”

The Seer raised an eyebrow. “Your father was a wise man.”

“Yes. He was.” Aodhán slid the knife into a sheath on his belt. He stormed onto the plank and glared into the water, unflinching even as depth charges slapped him with spray. He touched his wrist, Father’s bracelet now alongside his own. “Is it right below?”

“Directly,” the Seer said from the rail. “My triangulations are exact.”

“How far down?”

“Farther than anyone has ever gone.”

And how many Salka in between? Aodhán shifted his feet. Two chainshots were easy now, like feathers. “More.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“More weights!” Aodhán turned, teeth clenched. “The faster I get there, the quicker we end this, right?”

The Seer blinked. “I… I see.” He mouthed something under his breath and waved to One Eye. “More chainshot for Aodhán!”

One Eye paled. “Has he lost his mind?”

“That, or he’s found his courage.”

Aodhán breathed deep as they tied four more chainshot around his ankles. When all was ready, he didn’t wait for Ilya to speak. Her approving gaze was enough. They had a deal, and he would make her keep it. He stepped off the plank and plunged into the roaring, bubbly darkness of the war-torn sea.

The piercing shrieks of the Salka rang all around him, matched by the thumps of depth charges. In the chaos he only caught glimpses—red eyes, teeth, fins, and clouds of purple blood.

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