LAMENT OF PURGATORY (ASHWOOD CHRONICLES #1) by Brandon Chandler

Author:Brandon Chandler [Chandler, Brandon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Ashwood Chronicles, tribred, Hayden Ashwood, new authors, Ethan Waite, dark fantasy, indie author, Dominic Ashwood, Young Adult, Brianna cortes, Lament of Purgatory, urban fantasy, Portal fantasy, Kori Dawson, Libitinari
Publisher: Brandon Chandler
Published: 2020-03-07T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter-Thirty-One

Though the sun had gone to rest, and any lingering signs of the day were obliterated by darkness, the stars and twin moons were nearly nonexistent. Puffs of gray clouds arose, separating them from Dominic’s view. But the lunar satellites fought to shine their light through the foggy and ominous atmosphere.

Stepping inside the cottage, he saw Brianna, Ethan and Atticus gathered around a square table. On its surface was an ebony soup kettle and wicker basket of bread.

“Are you sure we can trust this.” Ethan eyes shifting from the kettle to the basket. “

“Yeah, where did you get this food from?” Brianna added.

Atticus chuckled, “I went to visit Madam Gretel in another village not too far from here.”

There was a short moment of silence.

“It does smell delicious,” Brianna finally said. “I think I will have a bit of it.”

Ethan nodded, “I will too.”

The amazing aroma seeped into Dominic’s nose, and his stomach rumbled.

Several glowing crystal torches lined the inside walls of the cottage, fending off the darkness of the night. Sitting on the couch with a bowl, Brianna twirled her soup. In it, she made out spinach, broccoli, and diced tomatoes. The hue was tempered a bit thanks to the addition of cream cheese. She dunked a slice of bread into the creamy soup and took a bite. Her eyes widened, after several seconds of chewing, an explosion of flavors erupted in her mouth prompting a hum of satisfaction.

Ethan lifted his bowl to his lips taking a big gulp. Atticus sat uncomfortably close to Brianna, his face nearly pressed against the side of hers and smiling awkwardly.

“Is it good?” his nostrils grazed her cheek. “Please say it’s delicious, I wouldn’t know because all food tastes like sand to me.”

Brianna scooted away from him. “It’s amazing.”

Dominic’s stomach rumbled once more catching the attention of the others.

“Well hello there,” Atticus said teasingly. “You should grab yourself a bowl.” Atticus pointed at the black soup kettle.

Without saying a word Dominic scooped up a wooden bowl and ladled some of the creamy soup into the dish and then sat at the table. He grabbed a few slices of bread and began to eat.

The others watched in awkward silence awaiting his verdict.

He looked away from his dish. “Stop acting so weird,” he snapped with a mouthful.

His spectators traded glimpses before gushing into hilarity. Dominic slammed his now half-empty bowl of soup against the table. The breadbasket lifted several inches into the air and toppled over.

“We were only teasing,” Brianna said. When there was no response, Brianna hopped to her feet and walked the short distance placing her bowl onto the table. “Hey, I’m talking to you.”

“I heard you.”

Brianna looked at him sharply for a moment; then her eyes ventured to the laid-out bread across the table.

“Really Dominic when did you become such a dick. This pathetic attitude of yours doesn’t do either of us any good. I don’t know why you’re going around killing demons or suddenly on this quest for revenge, but I can’t sit idly by and watch you purposely put yourself in harm’s way.

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