The God-Touched Man by Melissa McShane

Author:Melissa McShane
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: magic, fantasy romance, fantasy adventure, secret agent, quest fantasy, swords and magic, gods and goddesses fantasy, fantasy about a person of color, fantasy princess
Publisher: Melissa McShane

Chapter Sixteen

“Kerensa, that is a leap of logic a pond full of frogs would envy,” Piercy said. “There could be any number of women in Dalanine named Dalessa.”

“But there’s only one leash,” Kerensa said. “I was confused when you called it a necklace, because all the drawings show the links to be big, but what you described can’t be anything else. It doesn’t heal so much as bind spirits to the physical world, which, if the injury’s great enough, might as well be healing—”

“Kerensa, sit down,” Evon said.

“I am sitting. Didn’t your magician say anything about the woman he wants to heal?”

“That she is alive, for one,” Piercy said, then thought back over Hodestis’s actual words: lain near death for years…I only care that she lives…never even looked my way…the artifact has the power to restore anyone, even from the grip of death itself. “He certainly said she was a far more powerful magician than he.”

“And he was capable of destroying the velocitor,” Ayane said in Santerran.

“Who was that?” Kerensa said.

“A friend. And Hodestis—the magician—was extremely concerned we might stop him using the artifact to save his lady love.” Piercy chewed his lower lip in thought. “This is still not proof.”

“I’ve never heard of this Witch,” Ayane said, “but Hodestis certainly didn’t want us to know Dalessa’s true identity. Why would he have done that if she were just some ordinary woman? I think that woman makes sense.”

“What did she just say, Piercy?”

“That your conclusions seem sound. I have to agree. At the very least, whatever Hodestis has in mind will no doubt be dangerous for everyone around him, even if this Dalessa is not the Witch.”

“But how dangerous can one woman be?” Ayane said, switching to Dalanese. “Even a powerful magician?”

“The Witch of Marhalindor created Nystrantor by draining the magic of a thousand magicians in one night,” Kerensa said. “She cured a city of plague and then burned it to the ground. A whole city. Sometimes she fought beside Alvor and sometimes she aided Murakot. She was the most powerful magician who ever lived, and she was totally insane. She’s dangerous.”

“Kerensa, give—” The mirror swung again, and Evon looked back at Piercy through the mirror. “If you’re going to follow that man, at least contact Miss Tedoratis? I don’t really have time or inclination to keep answering their communications, wanting to know if you’ve spoken to me.” He turned his head to look in Kerensa’s direction. “Kerensa is…unwell—”

“Childbirth is a natural thing, Evon,” came Kerensa’s voice. Evon flushed. Piercy cleared his throat in embarrassment.

“I’ll…speak to you later, then,” he said, and Evon nodded. “Best of luck to you both.” The little circle went back to reflecting his own face that was, in fact, slightly pink. Sometimes Kerensa was a little too modern for his comfort. Possibly that was her country farm upbringing. He cleared his throat and huffed on the mirror again. “Eloqua Wilfreya Tedoratis,” he said.

Nothing happened. “Come on,” Ayane said, tugging at his sleeve. “We don’t have much light left.

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