Sevenfold Sword: Shadow by Jonathan Moeller

Author:Jonathan Moeller [Moeller, Jonathan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2018-02-28T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12: Wishes

The next morning, Calliande awoke and started to prepare to depart Kalimnos.

Ridmark had gotten up already. He wanted to have a look around the hills with Third, to make sure the route east would be safe. Since the muridachs seemed focused on the gray elves, Ridmark thought it would be safe to proceed east through the foothills. From there, they would reach the River Morwynial, cross into the marshlands around Najaris, and travel east to the Tower Mountains and the ruins of the Monastery of St. James.

Calliande hummed to herself as she checked her pack. The visit to Kalimnos had gone better than she had expected. They had found Tamara with little difficulty, and she had agreed to accompany them. As they traveled, Calliande hoped to unlock more of Tamara’s memories, or at least teach her to do so. Perhaps they would find some answers about the New God and the Seven Swords.

And maybe Tamara would find out more about herself. Not to defeat the New God and unravel the mystery, but for her own sake. And for Tamlin’s sake. He was still in love with Tysia, and Tysia and Tamara were the same woman. For that matter, Tamara seemed fascinated with Tamlin, stunned that the figure from her dreams had turned out to be flesh and blood and not the phantasms of an ill mind. For Tamlin’s sake, Calliande hoped that fascination would turn into affection and perhaps love.

She laughed a little at herself. Between Calem and Kalussa and Tamlin and Tamara, she was turning into a meddling old matchmaker. Calliande closed her pack, straightened up, and turned towards the window. The shutters were open, and she saw the sunlight spilling over the eastern hills. Her stomach rumbled, and she decided that it was time for some breakfast.

Calliande started to turn, and the bracelet on her left wrist flashed with white light.

Antenora was reaching out, trying to make contact. Perhaps she had learned something more about the Seven Swords, or about the strange power of the Masked One to make his enemies believe that he was no threat to anyone. Though Calliande herself had not thought about the Masked One in days. They were a long way from the city of Xenorium, and the troubles with the muridachs and their arrival at Kalimnos had occupied the entirety of her attention.

She turned towards the bed, and she froze in shock.

A gray-robed shape floated before the door, hovering a few inches off the floor, and Calliande’s mind noted details in that instant of astonishment. The figure wore the ornamented cowled robe of a Maledictus, bound with a sash around the waist, but this robe was a dull gray rather than the black of Qazaldhar or the reddish-orange of Khurazalin. Calliande could not see the Maledictus’s face because rippling gray mist filled the cowl, and more tendrils of mist danced around the sleeves of the robe, concealing the Maledictus’s hands.

The Sight rose to life within Calliande, and she saw the ribbon of twisted magic flowing into the Maledictus.

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