Rose and Thorn: Black Rose Sorceress, Book 2 by Connie Suttle

Author:Connie Suttle [Suttle, Connie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SubtleDemon Publishing, LLC
Published: 2017-04-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Sherra

"You mean that the way she reads or writes-misspelling words and such, is a reflection of how she connects with her power?" Caral asked as we walked into the mess hall for midday meal.

"Yes. Now that she knows how to get to it, I think she'll learn quickly."

"She sure surprised everybody, when she made a shield strong enough to knock those wooden balls away," Misten said. "And that was right after you showed her how to do it."

"I think some of the others will be lining up for Sherra this afternoon," Armon said as he and Levi followed us in. "Nice job, taking the worst of the lot and working a miracle."

"She wasn't the worst, I'd bet on it," I said. "She just didn't understand. Now she does."

"We only have to deal with weak shields and self-doubt in the others," Levi grinned.

"Have I hugged you lately?" I turned to ask him.

"No," Levi's grin grew wider.

"You only get a few minutes before we have to report excessive contact to the Crown Prince," Armon teased as Levi lifted me off my feet in a bone-cracking hug.

Pottles' mindspeak came after Levi set me down.

Sherra, I'd like to bring the young ones to Secondary Camp for a short visit-they're curious, she said.

That's fine. Tonight, though, when I get back, I want to see the lists of all the talented young ones in Az-ca. Feel like going through it with me?

If you'll let us watch the training.

Done. Bring them in an hour-we're about to eat right now.

I will.

"Pottles is bringing the young ones-they want to see the camp," I said.

"Really?" Misten asked.

"Yes. Let's eat; they'll be here in an hour."

* * *

Merrin

"Those clerics can cook," Plicton patted his stomach after our midday meal. "I like being served," he added.

During our meal, which Ruarke's clerics had prepared, they'd silently served us, anticipating our requests and keeping cups filled with the beer we'd found in the outpost's cellar.

Ruarke hadn't joined us-two clerics served him in the commander's office. He'd be engrossed in Thorn's Book, I imagined, and wondered if he'd tell me the important things he'd read, rather than making me read them for myself.

I hated reading, actually. Thorn was always the one who studied; I never cared for it, myself. I'd done the minimum of what was required during my training, just to get to the more physical aspects of using my power.

I'd gotten enjoyment from blasting things to atoms, early on. Thorn was one of the few who could surpass me during our field training, and it made me angry most of the time.

I'd carried that anger to Drenn, who not only agreed with me, but helped to plot small ways to dig at Thorn. We always laughed about it afterward, too.

Thorn would regret Drenn's death-I'd make sure of it. Drenn and I should have been brothers, and Thorn should have been a lesser cousin to the royal family. It angered me still that I hadn't been able to kill Uncle Hunter-just to eliminate his path to the throne and destroy Thorn's only legitimate heir.

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