Dregs of the Culver Waste Omnibus: An adult dark fantasy series by Chris R. Sendrowski

Author:Chris R. Sendrowski [Sendrowski, Chris R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Chris Sendrowski
Published: 2020-05-17T22:00:00+00:00

35

“So we leave tomorrow,” Uxer said as he warmed his hands above the fire. “We are to ride with the prince aboard the Easterly Chaos.”

Both he and Lorp stood alone in the commander’s quarters, surrounded by darkness. And should it be any other way? Uxer thought.

Lorp cocked an eyebrow. “Doesn’t leave much time.”

“Or room,” Uxer said, before taking in a deep, nervous breath. Their plans would have to be changed en route to Tritan. A task to break any man’s spirits, he thought with growing dismay. Messenger draba had already been sent to the Waste, but as to when and how many would arrive, the gods only knew.

It’s all moving so fast now, Uxer thought as both excitement and fear coiled in his stomach. We must care for every detail; else the entire house of cards will fall.

Uxer nervously tapped his new lip. He had dispatched a flock of his most trusted acolytes to Tritan not more than a week hence. Once there, they were to link up with a group of mercenary Shark Riders who claimed firsthand knowledge of the city’s layouts.

A costly matter, though, he thought.

The Riders had demanded a pound of meridium upon delivery of the atuan, as well as a half-million coinage to be paid up front. An unfathomable sum, but what did it matter? If everything went as planned, the coinage would be a mere pittance compared to what they were gaining. As for the meridium, he had no intention of parting with it.

Uxer’s heart beat excitedly. Everything hung by a thread now. Turns of waiting and watching, searching and hoping, were finally coming to an end. And it all falls on me, he thought. If successful, his name and lineage would be forever burned into Circle lore. If he failed, though. . .

Uxer watched with loathing as another fire elemental approached the city. The shields would hold it back and disperse its energy. But there’ll be more. So many more. And unless he succeeded, it would never end.

He looked up into the sky. The White Scythe shone bright beside Curtle, the Tritan god of war. A fitting, if not prescient, irony, Uxer noted.

“It all changes after this, Lorp. Everything.”

“Change is an inevitability, Master,” Lorp said. “The only difference now is that we decide its course.”

Uxer nodded. “And it must be a course that can never be reversed.”

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