Zombies, Werewolves, & Unicorns by Stephen D. Sullivan

Author:Stephen D. Sullivan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: horror, adventure, action, fantasy, magic, zombies, mercenaries, werewolf, werewolves, gore, epic fantasy, swords, sorcery, transformation, treasure, undead, unicorn, combat, tomb raiders, treasure hunter, sword sorcery, unicorn cavalry, zombies vs unicorns, werewolves vs unicorns, warrior women, blue kingsoms, lich, lizard men, evil rites
Publisher: Stephen D. Sullivan

III. Night at the Inn

Elder Bev returned with her herbs in the middle of the bandaging. She offered a few suggestions for the use of her medicines and then quietly slipped back into the snowy night.

Lanna and Volstag made a quick assessment of the new supplies. They finished re-dressing and, together with Santos, headed for the stable to help the unicorns.

“I’ll go with you,” Roj offered. Despite his freshly bandaged arm, he still appeared weak and pale.

“No,” Lanna said. “Get some rest. Cherish is in better shape than you are; she can help nurse the others.”

It seemed as though Roj might not obey, but Volstag turned to Kyra. “Keep him here and make sure he sleeps,” he commanded. “Knock him out, if you have to.”

“Yessir,” Kyra said. Roj glared at her, but the look in the blond girl’s eyes told him that—if she had to—she would follow the sergeant’s orders to the letter.

“I’ll be upstairs,” Roj grumbled. “Call if you need me.” Kyra nodded, and the ginger-haired young man limped up the stairs to one of the empty bedrooms.

The fire guttered as Volstag, Lanna, and Santos opened the inn door and crossed to the stables. Stan shut the door behind them, closing out the wind, and the fire blazed up again.

Kyra let out a long sigh and slumped into a chair by the fireplace. She gazed at Janise, who slept restlessly nearby.

Stan flopped down on the floor next to Kyra, feeling the warmth of the fire against his skin. Irresistibly, the boy found his gaze drawn toward the ceiling. Before Elder Bev arrived, the cavalry riders had stowed Wilfred’s body upstairs.

“Won’t he . . .” Stan began. “Won’t he become one of them?”

Kyra shook her head. “No. Sergeant Volstag will have staked a silver knife through Fred’s heart. That, a few prayers, and some holy water should keep Wilfred from troubling us.”

“Was he your friend? Wilfred, I mean?”

Kyra ran her hands through her silvery blond hair, closed her eyes, and let her head slump back. “They were all my friends: Lieutenant Grimshanks and Clementine, Fred and Fiona, Vinson and Prys, West, Permichael . . . every one of them, friends as well as comrades. That’s the way it is here . . . the way it is for all of us. The Atrian Cavalry isn’t just a job, you know—it’s a way of life.”

“You’re not much older than me,” Stan said. “You can’t have been at it very long.”

“Long enough,” Kyra replied. “You’d be surprised how long.” She slitted her eyes open and looked at Janise. “I pray to the gods that we don’t lose anyone else today.”

Stan’s eyes strayed from the wounded rider to the door. The storm hissed as wind spattered big snowflakes against the swirled panes of glass set into the wooden portal.

“What happened to your patrol?” he asked. “I thought unicorns could heal from any wound. I thought their riders were invincible.”

Kyra chuckled ruefully. “It’s nice that some people still believe those myths,” she said. “We’re

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