Rise of the Blood Masters (Book 5) by Kristian Alva

Author:Kristian Alva
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: dragons, magic, dragon riders, magborns, spells
Publisher: Defiant Press
Published: 2014-09-29T23:00:00+00:00

Part Two:

The Orc Menace

Tallin’s Fight

Tallin woke up in a dark place. He turned over and groaned. His wrists and ankles were tied with rope, and his head felt like it was on fire. Tallin strained against the ropes and cursed. The knots only grew tighter.

The elves had enchanted the bonds. He should have known it wouldn’t be so easy. He struggled to sit up, gasping as pain shot through his limbs. Every muscle in his body ached and it was all he could do to remain upright.

He blinked into the darkness. As his eyes adjusted, his surroundings slowly came into focus. He was inside a small room with a wooden floor. There was no furniture, just a few light crystals embedded into the walls.

The crystals gave off a dim red light that distorted the color of everything. He checked for a door, but there was none, just a narrow opening on the far side of the room.

He reached up and touched his face, and found clotted blood near his ear. How long have I been here? He glanced around, tried to find other options, but the room was empty. There was nothing he could use to break his bonds. There was no way he could escape.

“Hello?” he called into the darkness. “Is anyone there?”

He heard a grunt and the sound of light footsteps. Carnesîr and Fëanor walked into the room.

“Well, look who’s finally awake,” Fëanor said, gesturing toward Tallin. “You’ve had a good sleep, half-ling, snoring like a contented hog for days and days. I thought you were never going to wake up. A single hit and you went down like a bag of sand. You mortals are such fragile creatures.”

“Untie me, you bastards,” Tallin said, kicking his bound feet up and down. The skin on his wrists and ankles stung as the rope dug into the flesh. The more he struggled, the more the ropes tightened.

A strange light flickered in Carnesîr’s eyes. “Please don’t aggravate him, Fëanor. We need the dwarf to be cooperative.”

They were talking about him like he wasn’t even there. Tallin wanted to scream and throw a thousand curses their way, but he forced himself to remain calm. Angering them wasn’t going to do him any good. “Cooperative?” Tallin asked. “What makes you think I’m going to cooperate with you?”

Smiling sweetly, Carnesîr said, “Don’t force our hand. I would prefer to avoid using… questionable interrogation methods.”

Tallin glared at him and strained against his bonds. He flinched when the ropes tightened again.

“Don’t bother trying to escape,” Carnesîr said. “The ropes are enchanted, and I cast the spell myself. Trust me—you aren’t going anywhere until I release you.” He walked in a slow circle around Tallin, checking the ropes carefully.

Tallin looked around the room. His mind was clearing now; things were becoming real again. “Where am I? Where have you taken me?”

“We’re still in the same forest,” Carnesîr said, “about a league away from the Elder Willow. Fëanor is quite adept at nature spells, so he constructed a proper shelter for you.

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