The Shifter Shard by L. Darby Gibbs

Author:L. Darby Gibbs
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy series, strong female character, light romance, characterbased, fantasy magic, new adult, heroic journey, magic stone, magic elements, journey theme
Publisher: L. Darby Gibbs

Chapter Eight

Clepp’s house was shrouded in night, though the full moon and the light-enhancing qualities of the windows lit the front room with pale gloom. Jahl slumped in one of the chairs, his eyes closed and one hand pressed against his right hip. Except for his worries about Donya and his uncertainty what to do about the shifter stone which he had accepted did exist, he was comfortable and on the verge of drifting off. Rouen had gone to bed an hour earlier, frustrated with going in circles trying to gain more insight from what The Mabra had shared. They had dropped Cory off in the middle of town, assured he could find his way home.

Jahl stirred in his sleep and rubbed at his hip. He pressed his cheek to the curved side of the chair back to support his head better. Sleep dipped down upon his consciousness and enveloped his thoughts of Donya. Her teasing face rose up behind his eyelids and her breathless laughter filled his ears. Jahl’s lips pulled a smile to his face.

A resounding snap flushed through him, and he jerked awake. Jahl sat up, his senses on full alert. The last time he felt that sensation, he had been setting the security stones, and Rouen had been attacked. No one should have been able to access the house, never mind open the doors. Someone had to have nullified the security stones Jahl had activated as soon as they had entered the towered house that evening. Standing, he grabbed for his staff leaning a step away. His fingers tightened about it. The essence rose in a sparkling glow between his fingers. Jahl dampened it down and peered about the room.

A creak in the floor behind him spun him around the chair, facing the front of the front room. Though the room’s contents were discernable in the gloom of the moonlight, the figure by the door was a stooping shadow. Jahl swung his staff forward and pulled essence into a bright white glow floating just above the silver-capped top. Everything in the room stood out in bright relief except the figure which remained a cloaked shadow.

“Who are you?” Say something quick before I send balls of fire at you or fall over with fright, whichever comes first. Jahl tightened his grip on the dark wood.

The figure raised its dark sleeved arms up and pushed the hood back from its head. A voice boomed out before the hood dropped to its shoulders, “I own this house. Who are you?”

Though the frightening shape remained as though he were shaded by a moonless, foggy night, his head was easy to see under Jahl’s glowing staff. The intruder’s hair was wiry gray and stood in a loose halo around his head. He was tall, broad-shouldered but stooped, and his face not nearly as wrinkled as Cassem’s, though Jahl suspected his visitor was older.

Jahl stood taller and pulled more of the essence embedded in his staff. “I’m High Wielder Pratter of Chussan Faire called here to take guardianship of Twai Zoller.

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