Game of Souls by Terry C. Simpson

Author:Terry C. Simpson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Game of Souls, Terry C Simpson, Magic, Sword & Sorcery, Science Fiction & Fantasy, fantasy ebook, fantasy series, Mareshna, Soul, Coming of Age, Epic Fantasy, Fantasy, New Adult & College, Adventure, action adventure, action, Epic, Genre Fiction, sword and sorcery, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: Golden Arm Press
Published: 2013-02-27T00:00:00+00:00

To Help the Enemy

Winslow held Keedar’s gaze for a few moments longer. If he concentrated hard enough he had a knack for knowing when people lied to him. No such deception emanated from the commoner. Commoner. The name felt odd instead of using dreg.

Three times now he’d lived because of Keedar. He couldn’t think of him the same way any more. The idea that the guild member might be dead because of his father had eaten at him. He recalled a time when he wouldn’t have cared, when he would have laughed it off, but he no longer found pleasure in things he once did. His feelings didn’t make sense to him. In truth, he should have despised Keedar. Instead, he’d developed an affinity that he could not help no matter how he tried.

Tonight compounded matters. He glanced at Gaston’s still form once more. At least his breathing was steady. After tilting his friend’s head to see the gash, he ripped the sleeve from his shirt and used it as a bandage. The smell of blood grew thick as he worked. Once satisfied, he sat back, trying not to let the events of the last few days consume him.

He should have seen the attack coming, but preoccupied as he was by the disappointment of his apprenticeship, he let any sign of an imminent threat slip his awareness. As he replayed the fight, he swore he’d seen his assailant before, but exactly where he could not say. After a moment, he brushed away the thought. There would be time enough to dwell on it.

“I can agree to delivering information on goods and the like,” Winslow said. It was past time to try something different in his life.

“We’ll give you a percentage of—”

“Coin means nothing to me. I have more than I could possibly spend.” He was uncertain how Keedar would react but acting decisively worked better than being tentative. The training to become a Blade had so far been nothing he could have imagined. He required another way.

“What can we offer you then?”

“Regardless of what you say, I know you can meld. My father believes it also. Whoever taught you, I want them to do the same for me.”

“Even if I can do what you say, what makes you think any mentor of mine wishes to teach a noble?”

“If gaining an upper hand in the Consortium is as important as it seems, then he should.” Winslow could see the lie forming. It was past time to deliver his own surprise. “Whatever you’re about to claim, it isn’t true.”

Keedar’s eyes narrowed.

“I’m no melder yet, but the ability is there. When I look hard enough or when I’m around a person long enough, I can tell when they lie. It’s not constant, and I don’t have full control of it yet, but it happens. It’s as if their soul speaks to me, tells me what’s true and what isn’t.”

A smirk played across Keedar’s face. Winslow could see the cogs turning in his head, the skepticism.

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