Midnight's Son (Darkling Mage Book 5) by Nazri Noor

Author:Nazri Noor [Noor, Nazri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nazri Noor
Published: 2019-02-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

I was in one of the moon’s craters, specifically, or a place that looked like it. Its surface was stark and silvery, the atmosphere above me pitch black and flecked with distant stars. I whirled in place, my heart thumping as I searched for any signs of the earth, of familiarity. Nothing.

But I did see the palace. Holy shit, did I see the palace, all its towers reaching up into the darkness, twisting minarets that seemed to grow out of the rock itself, like impossibly tall fingers of pure alabaster. And amidst the forest of silver-white spines and turrets, this nest of fangs and teeth, was a huge, squarish hall with an enormous silver door.

“Wow,” I muttered to myself, only then remembering that this wasn’t how sound was meant to work in space.

I mean, was I actually even in space? I should have frozen to death already. Maybe there was a magical barrier in place somewhere, a rare instance of the entities being considerate to us insignificant, tiny humans.

The physics weren’t right, either. I could walk normally, just as if I was moving around in Heinsite Park, or anywhere on earth. But don’t think of logic, I told myself. Whatever you do, don’t think about physics, science, the laws of the universe. The entities had strange ways about them, being lovers of riddles and mystery, of bizarre games to play on humans. Cruel ones, too. I didn’t want something even more terrifying to happen – for the moon to begin crumbling away under my feet, for example.

I also didn’t question why I could breathe on the moon, somehow fearing in the back of my mind that simply wondering would trip something magical in the system and cause me to suffocate instantly. Any second my eyeballs might explode. Gravity could reverse, and my feet would lift off the surface of the moon-thing I was standing on, letting me drift off to become hopelessly lost in the deep vacuum of space.

What a shame, my obituary would say, for Dustin Nathaniel Graves to vanish into the uncaring maelstrom of the void, lost, alone, with nothing but his pretty face to accompany him. He was so young, so handsome, and so totally ripped. But kidding aside – I was terrified. What’s it called when your blood vessels all pop? Explosive decompression? Wasn’t that how it worked in space? Hell if I know, I’m not a rocket surgeon.

I only noticed the woman standing in front of the hall when I was a few dozen feet away. At first I wasn’t entirely sure how I’d missed her, looking so conspicuous against the pure white of the moon with her light armor crafted from the hides of sleek, brown animals, or the verdant vines and leaves that adorned the hunting bow and the quiver of arrows slung across her back. Ah, but that was exactly why she was so hard to spot, wasn’t it? Artemis, the Greek goddess of the moon, was also the goddess of the hunt, and therefore a grandmaster of camouflage, even when standing in plain sight.

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