Mage Slave (The Enslaved Chronicles Book 1) by R. K. Thorne

Author:R. K. Thorne [Thorne, R. K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Iron Antler Books
Published: 2016-07-26T04:00:00+00:00

By the time they finally stopped, the sun had begun to set. The inside of the wagon had grown dark, and only dim shafts of light drifted in from outside. When the damn thing finally rolled to a slow stop, Aven thought his arm and leg might never wake up from the sleep they’d sunk into.

He listened intently in the growing silence, hoping for a clue of some kind, but he heard nothing but the sounds of men making camp. They barely spoke. Someone was making a fire.

Gods, do they plan to leave us in here all night? Bastards! Miara must be as uncomfortable as he was.

How long do we wait before we do something? he tried to ask.

She paused to consider. At least till the sun is fully set. If they’ve still left us lying here, we can try to make a break for it. Feel like mouse or rat tonight?

Not again! He groaned inwardly. Well, as long as I’m not being dangled thousands of feet above a mountain, I guess either will do.

No promises. We might get away faster as birds. Think you can fly? Or perhaps—

But before he could exclaim how unlikely that was, a figure cast a shadow over them, blocking what little light fell into the wagon. It reached in for them, starting with Mara first and yanking her to her feet. He was surprised at the sudden surge of rage that shot through him at their hands on her.

He was next. They dragged and bounced him harshly off the bottom ledge of the wagon as they hauled him unceremoniously out and gave him a push. His numb leg nearly gave out; Mara had fallen to her knees and was struggling to stand up. If he’d thought riding a horse all day made him tired and achy, it was nothing compared to this form of transportation.

Someone behind him was roughly removing the gag while another untied his hands. He tried to swing his head around to see better but regretted the pain immediately. At least five dark hoods circled them. Large faceted stones hung on chains around their necks. His hands were retied in front of him. Then they grabbed him by one arm—the numb one, of course—and led him toward a tent.

He couldn’t see Mara. He didn’t hear her following behind him.

He turned to one side to try to see her, but they pushed him harder toward the fire. He jerked his whole body and twisted then instead, turning at least part way toward where she’d fallen. To his relief, she was on her feet and being led behind him.

“Eh, she’s right behind you, mage—now quit your trouble and get on with it before I break your arm,” the one who’d lost control of him grunted.

Devoted Knights, she whispered. They hunt mages.

God, how many Devoted Knights were there in Akaria? Not this again.

The stones around their necks resist magic. Spells will be much more costly in their presence, if not impossible. Wait—again?

But before he could even try to figure out how to answer, they had arrived at the large tent.

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