The Rivers of Zadaa by D.J. MacHale

Author:D.J. MacHale
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Published: 2011-03-10T20:00:00+00:00

JOURNAL#22

(CONTINUED)

ZADAA

Loorhad one hand on the tiller. With the other hand she went for her weapon. “Don’t,” I warned.

“I can end this here, Pendragon,” Loor said through clenched teeth.

“No, you can’t,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. It wasn’t easy since my adrenaline had just spiked too. “We gotta know what’s going on.”

Loor’s eyes were laser-locked on to Saint Dane. This was the guy who was responsible for killing her mother, and possibly her best friend, not to mention all the other mayhem he caused on his mad quest to control Halla. Loor wasn’t the type to negotiate with her enemies. She was more inclined to whack first, then not bother asking questions later.

“If he’s showing himself like this, he wants to talk,” I said. “We’ve got to listen. It’s the only way we can find out what’s been happening.”

I knew we had to play this Saint Dane’s way. There were bigger issues involved, not the least of which was the future of Halla. Picking a fight with Saint Dane wasn’t going to help.

Imagine that? Me trying to protect Saint Dane from Loor.

Loor tore her eyes from Saint Dane and looked at me. “I will listen to him, Pendragon,” she said, but it sounded like it physically hurt her to say it. I hoped she meant it. She guided the boat onto the sandy shore. I jumped out and pulled it up and out of the water. Saint Dane didn’t lend a hand, in case you were wondering. He stood in the center of the circle of torches, watching. Not moving. He wasn’t going to come to us. We had to go to him. Fine. Whatever.

“Be cool,” I whispered to Loor.

The two of us walked up the beach and stood on the outside of the circle of torches, only a few yards away from the demon Traveler. Nobody said anything for the longest time. Maybe it was because nobody wanted to make the first move. I’ve been told that’s not a good idea.

“I’m happy to see you are feeling better, Pendragon,” Saint Dane finally said.

“Really?” I asked, heaping as much sarcasm into that one word as I could. “Then why did you beat me up in the first place?”

Saint Dane chuckled. I amused him. Swell.

“And now you’re masquerading as a Ghee warrior,” he said with a smirk. “What is it you say on your territory? Trick or treat? I’m afraid I have no candy for you, little boy.”

He was trying to rile me. I didn’t take the bait.

“Speaking of masquerades, you surprised me,” I said. “Bokka knew your name. Your real name. That’s not like you. Usually you’re such a coward you have to hide behind other identities.”

Saint Dane flashed his fiery white eyes at me and smiled. It wasn’t a happy smile. The game was on.

“Ahh, yes. Bokka. The brave Tiggen guard,” Saint Dane said. “I believe he was a friend of yours, Loor? Such a shame he turned out to be a traitor to his people. I do hope his death was painful.

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