Relic of the Gods: (Echoes of Fate Book 3) by Philip C. Quaintrell

Author:Philip C. Quaintrell [Quaintrell, Philip C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Quaintrell Publishings LTD
Published: 2018-06-01T05:00:00+00:00

Alidyr kept the dirty rags tight about him, hiding his pointed ears and angelic features. With traces of mud smeared across his cheeks, the ancient elf was certain he blended into the rabble that called themselves man. For days, he had travelled among the refugees from Galosha, even passing through Barrosh, where he knew for a fact that the ranger and the elves were hiding. It was a gamble on his behalf to stay with the caravan, rather than peel away and search Barrosh for the gem, but it was a town he wasn't familiar with and searching every building would take time. The Darkakin weren't far behind, and the elf knew his prey would move on, to Velia.

Now he was on the inside…

The gates of Velia had been closed with the arrival of the savages from the south. The refugees from The Arid Lands had made it impossible, however, to observe every person entering through the gates. The few thousand Karathans and Calmardras flooded the streets and mingled with those from Galosha and Barrosh, creating havoc and chaos at every turn. Keeping himself to himself had forced the elf to hide away in the dirtiest alleys or on secluded rooftops.

By the time he had reached the gates, having pushed his way through the mob, there was no sign of Asher or the princess. Had they reached Velia in time? His whole gamble was based upon them staying ahead of the Darkakin and seeking shelter inside the city. Any attempt to possess Faylen again had failed, bringing with it a level of frustration the elf found hard to control. Refraining from killing any human stragglers who wandered across his path had become the focus of his energy.

Alidyr had been on his guard since he spotted the elder who fought against Samandriel at Darkewell. The elder was accompanied by two other elves, warriors each. Alidyr didn't doubt his ability to best all three in any given contest, but fighting an elder would be messy and noisy. Two things he had taught countless Arakesh to avoid over the millennium.

The crushing weight of his exile had the elf leaning against a cold wall, his damp rags wrapped around his head. Had he made so many mistakes? For all his power and control, those opposed to him could not be defeated.

Alidyr banished the thoughts and clenched his fist. There was no place for that. Doubt would eat away at his mind and his master demanded strength. Valanis had granted him but a slither of Naius’ power, a gift he would not have been awarded had the herald of the gods not deemed him fit.

“Make way!” The cries came from a group of Velian soldiers, who between them carried several wooden beams. The thick logs were fitted into place with one end against the gates and the other ends slotted into grooves carved into the ground. It was an extra layer of defence that wouldn't last.

“Fools…” he uttered to himself.

The elf took to the streets again, his will to find the ranger renewed.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.