Trail Of The Torean (Book 2) by Ron Collins

Author:Ron Collins [Collins, Ron]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Skyfox Publishing
Published: 2014-11-30T00:00:00+00:00

It was perhaps a half-hour later when Garrick returned to camp,

Darien stood sentry over the Lectodinian, and Suni, healed but worn, was sleeping in her bedroll. He smirked at Garrick’s return, but said nothing.

Garrick thought he might be too anxious to sleep, but he was tired, drained, and uncomfortable. Having healed twice tonight, his reservoir of life force seemed wooden and lifeless.

He sat back against the hard rock and closed his eyes.

Chapter 13

Black dragons swooped in, carrying horses with broken legs. He poured himself into the horses one by one, but still the dragons came.

A mage with a triangular scar on his hand stood to Garrick’s left, and another who smelled of blood stood to his right. They judged his performance with each horse—hands raised for well done, lowered for disaster. Both mages’ hands were now down, and yet still the dragons carried a river of freshly wounded animals to him.

“Make it stop,” he pleaded.

But a dragon placed another horse before him. The animal screamed in pain and lay on its side. Its eyes were black pools of panic. All four legs were broken.

He healed it, but several more dragons wheeled about in the pink sky above.

The Lectodinian mage laughed as he lowered his hand farther.

“Faster,” he said. “You’ll never catch up at this rate.”

Garrick was empty now. The undeniable essence of hunger crushed him. It was a burning blackness inside the pit of his stomach. He had to feed.

Another dragon landed—this one carrying a unicorn, bright and pure with a coat gleaming of opalescent glory. Its horn was a swirl of blue and silver. Its eyes were filled with intelligence.

Life force within the animal called to him.

No, he thought. Please, no.

Garrick’s fingertips grazed its mane, and the unicorn screamed in agony.

He tried to pull away, but his hand wouldn’t let go.

He inhaled the animal in great gulps. It filled him, its magic rushing through his body.

Then the unicorn was a withered husk on the ground, its mottled fur covered with maggots, its horn charred and broken.

Bile rose in Garrick’s throat.

The judges’ arms rose, and smiles appeared on their thin lips.

Above him, a hundred dragons circled, carrying horses that dripped with fresh blood.

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