Warrior of Golmeira by Marianne Ratcliffe

Author:Marianne Ratcliffe [Ratcliffe, Marianne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780993400179
Publisher: marianneratcliffe.com
Published: 2018-11-23T22:00:00+00:00

Throughout the morning, the invaders attempted to row across the swamp in coracles stolen from the gemlyx. Hylaz, Justyn and Lorzan positioned themselves across the gap, each accompanied by a young mindweaver to protect their thoughts. Armed with crossbows and plenty of bolts, they forced each coracle to turn back. Zastra was surprised Strinverl didn’t launch more migaradons. Kylen had reported that twenty, at least, had disappeared from the breeding grounds in Bractaria. Where were the rest? She rested her leg while others caught up on what sleep they could. Rafadal and Urbek had disappeared, working on a task Zastra had set them. She dozed fitfully until the drop in temperature signalled the coming rains. It would send the Golmeirans running for cover. Only the ko-yamacha knew exactly how much time they had before the rains began. It was a small advantage, but one Zastra planned to use. Bekka had, with great reluctance, been persuaded to relinquish Kiri once again, her bald spots daubed with yellowsap. Zastra levered herself onto the vulyx’s back, pain shooting up her thigh and down her shin. Justyn had offered to take her place, but he proved too heavy for the vulyx to carry. She was thankful this flight would be a short one. Hit and run, as Lorzan had suggested.

Morvain and the other mindweavers prepared to swing towards gemlyx land as Kiri flew from the kabana, taking Zastra above the canopy. The storm clouds gathered and thickened. There was a rumble of thunder, worryingly close, but Zastra had to trust Rafadal, who had said they would have enough time to complete their mission before the rains came. At her signal, Kiri dropped down through a gap in the canopy and weaved gracefully through the yamacha branches towards the occupied territory. With any luck, the Golmeirans would already be cowering in their tents. Zastra sat up and set the stock of her crossbow snugly beneath her collarbone. She carried a spare slung on her back, pre-loaded with three ordinary bolts. No need to waste precious scale-tips on this mission. She wasn’t hunting migaradons. She searched for the lastic tents, lined along branches like black pearls on a necklace.

‘Arhk! Arhk! Kiri croaked as Zastra sent her on a strafing run. The tents were packed with Golmeirans, sheltering from the rains that were about to come. A lieutenant stared at her, opened mouthed, but Zastra ignored her. Soldiers were not her targets, not yet. Two black-robed figures turned towards her. She fired twice. Justice for those poor gemlyx you sent to their deaths. A third mindweaver was dispatched as efficiently. She swapped her empty crossbow for the one on her back. The Golmeirans had realised their danger and were scrambling from the tents, reaching for their own crossbows. Zastra emptied her second bow, her aim accurate and deadly. Time to leave. She sent Kiri soaring upwards before the Golmeirans could return fire and returned to Shirifa’s kabana. As she dismounted, she sucked in a sharp breath as her leg gave way beneath her.

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