Primal Ice: Paranormal Fantasy (Ice Dragons Book 3) by Ann Gimpel

Author:Ann Gimpel [Gimpel, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ann Gimpel Books, LLC
Published: 2019-06-24T16:00:00+00:00

Johan

I battled to force my mixture of fire and air into submission fast. The trip to the surface would be over in seconds, and I had to be ready. In case something lurked on the headlands just waiting for one of us to make an appearance. So far, the serpents hadn’t made much of an effort to locate our lair, but it was only a matter of time before that changed.

I could see their problem. Their serpent bodies were awkward and ungainly on land, and their human forms were vulnerable. They’d need strong magic to penetrate the wards around the underground grotto, which argued for their serpent forms, but it would be difficult for them to mount a realistic offense.

What had happened to Surek? Was he still behind the scenes directing the action? Or had he ceded that task to a group of dragons? We’d done well with the ship—or we would have absent the Marburg/Ebola epidemic.

How important was it to seek out and destroy whatever hybrid breeding enclaves remained? Would they wither without magic to fuel them? As usual, I had a whole lot of questions and very few answers. The headland took form around us. It was darker than when we’d been here earlier, so I guessed it must be nighttime. It never truly got dark this time of year at the extreme end of the southern hemisphere.

I wrapped the netting of my ward more tightly around Katya and me. It was visible to my psychic vision, but not to my earth eyes. I couldn’t yet multitask with magic, so I was relieved when I felt Katya sprinkle seeking power in a wide arc. The smoke from earlier hadn’t totally cleared despite a brisk breeze. We’d dispatched a lot of serpents. I hadn’t counted, but I bet the number hovered north of forty.

I was surprised by how justified I felt about those killings. I’d clearly thrown off the veneer of twenty-first century civility in favor of a far-more-primitive mentality. Early man had killed without a second thought back when it was a matter of survival.

No one worried about mastodon rights when the fucker was bearing down on you because you’d wedged a spear in its side.

Katya gripped my arm. I wanted to ask what she sensed, but I was stuck. Normal, out-loud talking would carry a long way—even if I whispered. Telepathy would be worse, at least the way I did it. I may have improved, but I had a long way to go before my mind speech was truly private.

She crept farther from the ocean and then broke into a run toward a line of rocky crags perhaps a quarter kilometer distant. I followed her, doing my damnedest to keep us both warded. It was amazing how much harder it was to hold magic where I wanted it while my body was in motion.

Ja. I needed a whole lot of practice. Opportunities weren’t exactly popping out all over. I ducked into the same slit in the rocks where Katya had vanished.

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