The Dragon Stone: Book 03 - Vosper's Revenge by Kristian Alva

Author:Kristian Alva
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Defiant Press
Published: 2012-06-02T05:00:00+00:00

The necromancer leered. “A pity… that you’ve both outlived your usefulnessss.... I would have enjoyed… torturing you both at my leissssure… but my emperor has no use… for dwarves.”

The necromancer’s hand sliced the air in a high arc, and the air crackled with crimson fire. “Bruni-andlat!” he shrieked, and Floki gasped, clawing at his throat as red flames shot from his mouth and nose. He was burning from the inside out. Floki’s skin blackened as he was burned alive. Halda screamed as the spell attacked her as well.

“No!” said Thorin, reaching out. But it was too late. Floki and Halda were dead, their bodies charred beyond recognition.

Uldreiyn smiled, pleased with his handiwork. The necromancer turned to face Sela. “Dragon rider… you will be a more challenging quarry…. Vosper preferssss that you are captured alive, unfortunately.”

Sela raised her glowing hands in defense. “You’re welcome to try, deadrat. It will take more than a little fire spell to best me.”

Thorin drew his ax. The necromancer looked amused, as if noticing Thorin for the first time. “What do… you plan… to do with that little toothpick, dwarf?”

“I plan to defend me lady, dark one,” said Thorin, stepping closer.

“Thorin, don’t!” Sela warned. “Stay back; this creature can’t be harmed with normal weapons. Let me handle this.”

Thorin shook his head and stepped closer. “This ain’t a normal ax,” he whispered quietly.

The necromancer didn’t move. He obviously didn’t consider this little dwarf a threat. Thorin raised his ax and swung, aiming for the necromancer’s stomach.

The necromancer raised his right hand, casting a simple deflection spell, and was shocked when Thorin’s ax struck his arm. Thorin’s ax glowed bright pink—a mark of enchanted weaponry.

The stunned necromancer howled in pain, grasping his wrist. The necromancer’s hand hung limply from a ribbon of skin. Thick, black blood flowed from the wound. Anywhere the necromancer’s blood fell, the grass withered and died.

Sela’s eyes opened wide. Of course! she thought, Thorin’s ax is enchanted, just like his clan amulet. She reminded herself not to underestimate him again.

Thorin hopped back, easily avoiding a fireball thrown by the enraged necromancer. Uldreiyn howled again, tucking his severed hand into his cloak.

Sela seized the opportunity and struck. “Landskjalpti!” she said, and the ground opened up, swallowing the necromancer up to his neck. Sela clenched her fist repeatedly. The earth mimicked her movements, packing itself tighter and tighter around the necromancer’s body. Uldreiyn screamed again, even louder. The awful sound reverberated through the forest. The necromancer thrashed against the packed dirt, trying to free himself with his uninjured hand.

“Let’s get out of here!” said Sela, and they ran in the opposite direction.

“Mistress Sela, I can hear horses in the distance,” said Thorin. “The emperor’s men are just minutes away.”

A short distance away, the trail dropped off into a shallow ravine. Sela pointed. “Let’s get in here—it’s large enough to fit all of us, and then Islar can cast his spell while I figure out how to get us out of here.” They skidded down the hill and crouched into the ravine.

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