Sentinals Rising: Book Two of the Sentinal series by Helen Garraway

Author:Helen Garraway [Garraway, Helen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jerven Publishing
Published: 2021-03-16T22:00:00+00:00

A smile dawned on her face. He had called her ‘love’! She spun around, treasuring the warm feeling. He had forgiven her. She hugged the word tight inside her.

Deserts of Terolia

“Captain? Wake up!” Birlerion’s voice was sharp on the chill night air.

Jerrol opened bleary eyes. “W-What’s the matter?” he asked. He had a cracking headache. He looked around the camp, tugging his robe tighter as his breath misted around him. All was quiet, dawn hours away yet. Nil’ano was bundled up in his robes, fast asleep.

“You called out, and then you collapsed. I couldn’t wake you.” Birlerion sounded on edge.

“I was dreaming,” Jerrol paused, trying to remember. “Or, I think I was dreaming. I’m not sure. It all seemed so real. Taelia needed me. Something to do with her and Torsion.” He rubbed his temple, trying to remember. Something had been very wrong. He eased back down into his blankets, exhausted and dozed off, leaving Birlerion glancing over at him as he settled back down in his own blankets.

It took five days to reach the town of Ramila; five days of parched grass plains giving way to unrelenting desert; five days of Birlerion watching him with concern. The sun beat down on them from a clear blue sky and the heat reflected up from the golden sun-baked ground, with Jerrol melting in the middle. The excessive layers suffocated him even though they were supposed to help cool the skin and reduce the chance of sunstroke.

Jerrol was not convinced. He was sweating in places he didn’t know he could sweat. The only reason his hair wasn’t plastered to his face was because it was hidden under the swathes of material that Birlerion had wrapped around his head.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Nil’ano said in surprise as he inspected their turbans.

“It’s the only way I know,” Birlerion said with a sad smile. “I suppose a lot has changed since I last visited Terolia.”

Nil’ano chuckled. “My boy, you will bring about a new style. When the Families see it, they’ll fall over themselves to copy it.”

Zin’talia spent an inordinate amount of time telling Jerrol about local tradition and drilling home the point that the locals, in general, knew best. Jerrol did his best to pay attention. He did not spurn an expert when one was presented to him for free.

As they approached the town of Ramila, she was still instructing him.

“Listen to Birlerion. He knows what he’s talking about. His ideas may be a little antiquated but they worked back then. No reason why they shouldn’t work now.”

“You’re a fan now?”

“I was never not a fan. I like him. He’s relaxed a bit. Maybe he’s getting used to me.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with the fact he found you some Baliweed when we met those traders?”

“I said he was resourceful,” Zin’talia replied, and Jerrol smiled at her smug tone.

“You said no such thing.” His gaze rested on the back of the Sentinal.

Birlerion had surprised him again. Taking the lead when

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