The 13th God (The Cycle of Galand Book 8) by Edward W. Robertson

Author:Edward W. Robertson [Robertson, Edward W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Sci-Fi & Fantasy
Published: 2022-12-20T00:00:00+00:00

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The swamp rolled out before them. Not the unearthly blood-and-bones swamp of the Wound of the World, but the kind found everywhere else in Tanar Atain: stagnant waters, sometimes too shallow for even a canoe to navigate, sometimes deep enough to hide a swamp dragon; countless little islands dense with trees and shrubs; brambles and vines everywhere, blocking many potential pathways that had looked clear from a distance. Without a guide, it could be an atrocious labyrinth, where even with a good swift boat you might be lucky to progress a mile forward for every hour spent battling the terrain.

Under normal circumstances, then, they might not have been able to get to the marker on the map within the ten days left to them. Yet less than an hour after leaving the Riya Lase, they were—they hoped—within a few miles of their destination. For they had simply hopped back through the portal and had Wessen open another one deeper into the swamp.

None of them had ever seen the place they wanted to get to, of course, and so Dante hadn't been able to show Wessen the exact location. Meaning they could be much further away than they knew. Or, if Wessen had gotten something confused, even in the wrong part of the swamps altogether. Lots of it looked very similar, after all. They were supposed to be deep inland, if you could really call such conditions "land," but for all they knew they'd stepped out just two miles from the coast.

With that thought, Dante killed three more of the abundant flies and sent them ranging high in the sky. Within a minute, they'd gained enough elevation to see they were totally surrounded by swamp. With mountains far ahead of them, and no sign of the coast. So they were probably not insanely far from wherever they were trying to get to.

"So," Blays said. "What exactly are we looking for now?"

"I can't even guess," Dante said. "But given that there's only ever been one lich in Tanar Atain, and that there must have been many sorcerers who would have wanted to become a lich, especially once there was a monstrously evil one they needed to kill, it's either very hard to get to, very dangerous, or both."

"Or the White Lich destroyed it after he made use of it."

That thought was troubling enough that Dante nearly dropped his paddle.

"What about you, Gladdic?" Blays said. "I don't suppose you're keeping any more secrets from us? Like the secret of the ancient directions to the lich-making mill?"

"I doubt that any of the stories I have heard knew the truth," Gladdic said. "But one of them holds that the way was shown to the man who would become the lich by a ball of light that appeared to him in the deep swamps, that then led him to a cavern that held an even purer light. The one that would make him like a god."

"I hope you're right. Because if we're waiting for a talking

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