Magus (Advent Mage Cycle) by Raconteur Honor

Author:Raconteur, Honor [Raconteur, Honor]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-12-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen: Coven Ordan

I’d idly wondered, back in Chahir, what a city built of magicians would look like. I expected a certain amount of lavish creations, of course, with incredible architecture.

I wasn’t far wrong.

The bridge ended at the main street, or what I assumed to be the main street, of the city. A huge fountain sprawled in the center of the courtyard, jets of multi-colored water shooting out of it at random. It was quite pretty and very distracting; my eyes kept coming back to it unconsciously. All around the fountain were benches, large trees, and pots of flowers here and there. Lining the courtyard were buildings—shops of various sorts, from bakeries to clothing stores. The architecture was a little different than I expected—it was like they were blending several different styles, with Hainian brick and Chahiran doorways, and some sort of slanted roof that I’d never seen before. Bromanian, maybe?

And then there were the people. Here it was obvious that they were mixing cultures—I saw every possible fashion of clothing being worn. As we arrived, people slowly stopped in their tracks, watching us with avid curiosity. I paused as well, waiting for some cue from Terran on where we were supposed to go. He, however, seemed to be waiting for our response.

“It’s a beautiful place,” Aletha observed quietly. “How much of it was made of magic?”

“All of it,” I answered slowly. At least, that’s what if felt like.

“You’re not far wrong,” Terran admitted.

“Terran!” A young woman separated from the crowd, running toward us. Her hair was thick, a rich mahogany, flying in every direction as she ran. She wore a simple black dress that gave no indication of what she was—but from the feel of her, I’d guess her to be an Elemental Mage.

Terran lit up at her appearance, walking forward quickly to meet her. He grabbed her when she was within range, swinging her up into a bear hug. “Liza! I swear you’ve grown again.”

She sighed happily, a large smile growing on her face. “I have! Two inches!”

“Good grief, girl, no man wants a wife taller than him! Stop your growing, now.”

“That’s not true,” she protested, pouting.

“Actually, it isn’t,” I agreed. Partly to tweak Terran’s nose, I admit.

She turned bright blue eyes on me, wide with hope and curiosity. “You like tall women?”

“Considering how short I am, my lady, it’s rather inevitable,” I drawled.

Shad started snickering. “Too true!”

“You have no room to talk, Cezza,” Chatta observed. “You’re barely taller than he is.”

“All of those vegetables my mother forced me to eat didn’t do an ounce of good,” he mourned. “I feel betrayed.”

Liza giggled. “I like these people, Terran. Some of them glow, too. Who are they?”

“Liza, this is Magus Rhebengarthen of Hain and his Nreesce Night, Witch L-Chattamoinita Delheart also of Hain, Captain Riicshaden of Chahir, and the Red Hand Squadron of Ascalon; Captain De Xiaolang, Lieutenant Shield Garbracen, Hazard Harewood, Aletha Saboton, and Eagle Sevar. Everyone, this is my sister Eliza.”

She dropped out of her brother’s arms in order to greet us with a proper bow.

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