The Irin Chronicles Box Set by T G Ayer

Author:T G Ayer [Ayer, T G]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Infinite Ink Publishing
Published: 2019-12-11T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Evie and Gavriel picked their way down a rock path outside the warren of black tunnels that was the royal palace. The path that would take them to the Temple of Judgment. Gavriel seemed to know his way around, moving down passageways unerringly until he reached the exit that led to the pathway. Evie hung back a little and refrained from asking him any further questions. He still gave off an aura of seething anger, although it had simmered down a few notches from potent fury.

So he was angry that she wanted to see Daniel.

That was really his own problem - it had nothing to do with Evie. In fact, the way she saw it, it was all a bit of Gavriel's fault anyway. If it hadn't been for him she wouldn't be alive. And it was with his falsehoods that he'd given her to Patrick to raise. His lies, which she had been brought up on.

What a sham! To grow up worshiping a man who wasn't really yours to worship. Evie wanted so desperately to destroy every particle of Daniel's blood which ran in her veins. But she couldn't deny her parentage any more than she could deny her wings. She sighed.

Daniel was just her sire.

That was all he was to her. All he would ever be.

Now she followed Gavriel as he led her lower and lower into the bowels of Hades. They followed a gritty path peppered with shards of fine black stone and uneven black gravel. A tiny river of molten lava hugged their gritty path. The angry stream spat red sparks of super-heated rock as it traveled lazily beside them. Heat licked at her, from her thigh to her arms to her cheeks. Beads of perspiration dotted her skin, running down her spine until she felt a wet patch at the waistband of her pants.

Gavriel walked on, unaffected. No sweat, no discomfort, not even the slightest sheen of cession on his angelic forehead. Coarse black sand rustled beneath their feet. Gleaming black rocks littered their path, slowing them down as they made their way around the obstacles. Evie slid left, the incline to the fiery river a little too steep for comfort. She scrambled up the steep rise sending a fall of rocks splashing into the molten stream, wishing she could just fly where they needed to go.

Then Gavriel took a sharp right, and Evie gasped.

The path rose, up a steep incline, bordered by twenty foot rock plinths. Lights flickered beyond the path, shivering shadows beckoned.

"Is that the Temple of Judgment?" asked Evie.

"No. It is merely the entrance to the path. It is a long way," said Gavriel before he hurried off.

Gavriel and Evie followed the path in silence, not even their feet daring to break the peace and quiet. A small mountain blocked their path, split by a set of stone steps cut out of the ebony, grey-streaked rock-face. The path glowed, lit by red flames reaching and twisting from iron torches fixed to the walls.

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