Holmberg, D K - The Collector Chronicles - The Complete Triology [Omnibus] by Holmberg D K

Holmberg, D K - The Collector Chronicles - The Complete Triology [Omnibus] by Holmberg D K

Author:Holmberg, D K [Holmberg, D K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ASH Publishing
Published: 2021-06-30T22:00:00+00:00


Chapter Seventeen

Wind whistled off the sea, carrying the salt and the smell of fish, aromas that had become more than familiar to Carth over the last few years; they had become comforting. She had grown accustomed to the steady rocking of a ship beneath her feet and the stickiness of the saltwater as it coated everything. Now that was gone.

She longed for the feeling of a ship beneath her. When all of this was done, she would find another ship and she would continue on her way, but to where? Would she return to Asador, or would she continue sailing west?

“This is the outpost,” Durand said.

Carth looked at the buildings, frowning at each of them. There were a dozen, possibly more, and all were in a state of decay. Most had collapsed roofs and many had crumbling walls, the same sort of walls that she had seen near the old temple.

This wasn’t the same as the place Talia had brought her to.

Was there a reason that Alistan Rhain had come here?

Carth thought of what she knew about him and the fact that he believed himself to be a scholar. Did he think that he could find the Elder Stone before the Collector? And if he did, what did he hope to do with it?

She knew so little about Alistan Rhain, other than he thought enough of his house staff to send them into the bunker when he thought Carth might come. Had he done that out of concern—or even affection—or was it simply because it would be easier to hide them than to replace them?

And he sought power. He had gained a place upon the tribunal, which told her that he valued the power such a position would bring. What else could she discover of him?

She glanced over at Talia, who had chosen to follow. She watched Carth with a strange expression on her face. The bruising around her eye had faded, receding into little more than a patch of yellow, making her appear almost jaundiced, but only in that part.

“Why does he come here?” she asked Talia.

“He searches for something,” Durand said.

Carth turned and considered the man. “How do you know, if no one’s ever with him?”

Durand flushed. “He talks to himself.” He shrugged. “I have served him from the moment he came to Keyall. He mutters to himself, usually under his breath, but he’s never that careful about what he says. I know that he doesn’t think that I’ll hear him, or that it will matter to me if I do, but I hear him. And when he speaks of the outpost, and of the temple, places that are important to those of us who have spent time in Keyall, I pay attention.”

Carth looked back at Talia. “You grew up in Keyall. Why isn’t this important to you?”

“She might have grown up here, but she is not from here. She came as little more than a child and she was raised in the city, but she doesn’t know it the way that many of us do.



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