The Book of Deacon by Joseph Lallo

Author:Joseph Lallo [Lallo, Joseph]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Fantasy, Epic, Magic, warrior, the book of deacon, dragon, epic fantasy series
Publisher: Joseph Lallo
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

A series of painful coughs spewed the water from her lungs and she gulped gratefully at the fresh air. Her vision was a swirl of indistinct forms as she was helped to her feet.

"Myn!" she managed. "Myn!"

She could feel the shivering beast brush weakly against her before dropping to the dry ground. Myranda was vaguely aware of being led along. Somehow she was on her feet, shuffling with a strong arm supporting her. She was barely cognizant of her own movement. Her helper lowered her to a seat and a blanket was thrown about her shoulders. The shapes that swept before her eyes were clearing. Before long she recognized a hand. She raised her eyes and struggled to focus on the face. Her hearing was nearly as poor as her sight, the roaring water still ringing in her ears. Mingled with the sound of water was a periodic sound she couldn't identify.

As she tried to steady herself, she realized that the sharp, grating noise she was hearing was her own coughing. When she finally calmed herself and her senses returned to her, she looked to her anonymous helper. He was a young man, about her age, with brown hair and a gray tunic. A sturdy messenger bag hung over his shoulder. He was checking her eyes and spouting phrases in a variety of languages. Eventually he struck the correct one.

"Are you warm enough?" he asked.

Myranda nodded.

"Where are the others?" she asked.

"Ah, so you have a tongue, and a northern one at that. Excellent, one of my favorites. The dragon that came with you is sleeping over yonder, and the malthrope has requested to be cared for in one of our cleric huts," he said.

"What happened?" she asked.

"You made it through the cave. You also made it through the waterfall, which may be unprecedented. I will look into it," he said.

"What is this place?" she asked, looking around. Her eyes had not recovered enough to make out her surroundings.

"My, so full of questions," he said. "Though after the ordeal you've been through, I suppose you've earned a few. This is Entwell Num Garastra. In the northern tongue, that translates to . . . the stomach--no, the belly of the beast," he said.

"What!?" she gasped.

"Oh, my heavens, I am sorry. It's just a name. No cause for fear. I'll explain later. Suffice to say you have discovered our village. It is a place of learning. We exist to acquire, improve, and impart knowledge," he explained.

"I'm not sure I understand," she said.

"You will. All in time," he said. "My name is Deacon. And you are?"

"Myranda," she said.

He held out his hand. She shook it, but he pulled away quickly and began riffling through a bag that hung at his side.

"You are cold as death. Excellent! Hold out your hand," he said, revealing a perfectly smooth, palm-sized, egg-shaped crystal.

"What? Why? What is going on?" she asked.

"Open your hand. I am merely going to temporarily manipulate certain physical attributes of your body tissues so as

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