Eve of Endless Night (Fallen Gods Series Book 5) by S D Simper

Author:S D Simper [Simper, S D]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Endless Night Publications
Published: 2022-06-29T16:00:00+00:00

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Flowridia awoke shivering at dawn. With sore arms and a sorer back, she sat up and groaned, that dry stickiness having returned to her mouth. Every part of her was damp, the dew having collected around her hair and dress.

Her hair would be a nightmare to fix when she returned to Velen’Kye.

Though every part of her ached, she managed to stand, using a branch for support. The birds sang to greet the morning, but Flowridia felt no joy in their presence, shivering instead in the slight breeze. She had no idea where Velen’Kye was, or her parachute, or even the road . . .

She withdrew the maldectine from her bodice and dropped it, relieved when the stirring in her soul returned, compelling her to wander. Surely it was close. Izthuni would not send her to die, right?

Her better judgment said that had never been a guarantee.

She ripped a strip from her ruined dress and wrapped the maldectine inside, noting she was fine so long as it didn’t touch her skin. Summoning every ounce of spite and stubbornness she had, she trudged forward through the damp forest, knowing it would dry within an hour or two.

Her mind reminded her of an errant thing—that Eyal had implied vampires were in these woods.

At least daylight guaranteed safety in this one thing. All she would have to bargain with was Ayla’s name; she prayed they believed her. The elves certainly had.

“Monster!” he had cried, and they were good people. She could take pride in evil men’s fear, but this was a father. This was a family.

“I’ve killed good people before.” She spoke it to the trees, who gave no response. They didn’t need to. The statement lingered in the air as a damning truth, and she wondered why she cared today.

Flowridia Darkleaf—wife to Ayla Darkleaf, The Endless Night. She was too exhausted to feel any pride.

For hours, she walked. Then came a break in the trees.

Flowridia wished she still knew magic, as she gazed upon the ruins before her. A warning stirred in her gut, but nothing more.

A vast field, overgrown with grass but bearing evidence of stone ruins—sophisticated structures, though she could not gauge their age. Countless ruins, yet nothing fully standing; Flowridia swore she stood upon the remains of a city. The sun cast its rays, but there was no comfort in it. The compulsion in her gut said straight ahead. Perhaps her quarry was here; perhaps it was why she felt so sick.

But something beautiful sprung up among the ruins—moonlilies, large and vibrant, the palest blue. The Silver Fire had overtaken the once-icy shade of Ayla’s eyes, but Flowridia felt fondness for them, nevertheless. Sprouting up among the grass, they seemed so natural here, and Flowridia sprinted toward a large patch sequestered in the shade of a stone wall, adjacent to another.

She plucked one blossom and tucked it behind her ear, uncaring if it were comically large, and forced the stem to weave into her tangled locks. One beautiful thing.

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