Holmberg, D K - The Painter Mage 05 - Stone Dragon by Holmberg D K

Author:Holmberg, D K [Holmberg, D K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ASH Publishing
Published: 2017-04-17T16:00:00+00:00

My father’s rooms were in their own section of Arcanus. He even had his own hallway. Mac led me there after sealing off the door in the library, closing it with a soft hiss. Lacey followed Mac, and it took me a moment to realize she must be his apprentice. The Masters each would take one or two students for direct studies, much like I suspected Hard had taken his daughter, Taylor, as his apprentice.

The hall where my father had chosen his rooms was stark, nothing like other places throughout Arcanus where ornate paintings were placed on the walls, the frames as ostentatious as the paintings themselves. A few items hung along the hall here, but they were mostly simple things: a flat copper platter, an iron sculpture of an elongated figure, a wooden panel with faint carvings in it. I studied as we passed, looking for signs that something hid in the patterns carved into the wood, but saw nothing.

“You never asked about the others,” Mac said as we made our way down the hall.

“What?”

He looked over at me, his eyes narrowed. “The others. You asked about Reem but not the others. You know what happened, don’t you?” He spoke so softly I’d don’t think Lacey could hear, but I watched her for her reaction anyway.

“I know what happened,” I agreed.

“How?”

“Taylor found me.”

Mac sucked in a soft breath, watching Lacey. “And where is she now?”

“Someplace safe,” I lied.

Mac stared at me for a moment, as if he caught something in the way I said that to make him think I wasn’t telling the truth, which, of course, I wasn’t. Then he nodded and continued on his way, guiding me toward my father’s rooms.

At the end of the hall, Mac stopped before the door. It was made of a thick, stout wood that was almost reddish in color. There was no grain to the wood. I’d always been drawn to the door itself, always impressed with how smooth and its stark simplicity. After all this time away, it still drew me.

Lacey glanced back at me as Mac stopped. “Wait. This is the Elder’s room!”

Mac nodded. “The Elder. Oliver’s father.”

Lacey’s eyes widened. “I thought he’s dead.”

I grunted. “That’s what they keep telling me.”

“Oliver, the door has been sealed. Whatever he used is on the inside and prevents the door from opening. It’s a shame, since anything the Elder might have stored inside his room would likely be valuable.”

I thought of what my father might have stored inside his room. If what Taylor said about the bowl Hard had taken from his room was true, he’d had something that had been useful to them, especially in finding a way to get through the first doorway. From there, Hard had tried opening another doorway, one where he’d disappeared. But we didn’t know where he’d gone from there, or even if he was still alive. There was a part of me that suspected he’d crossed the Threshold. Without a guide of some kind, he was likely dead.

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