Gathering Of The God-Touched (Book 4) - Plot & Excerpts
Wind whistled, and his shirt whipped against his chest. The terrain grew rockier until he came to a place no beast could carry him, so he left the horse free to roam. The animal was trained well, and should remain close by. Not that he expected to need it. Garrick climbed the steep path by hand and foot, picking his way upward as quickly as he could until he arrived at a dark crevasse that opened into the heart of the mountain. A glance downward gave him a perfect view of the massive armies of the orders gathered to the east and west, their Koradictine and Lectodinian mages wearing colorful robes of red and blue. Distracted, he stepped into the crevasse, and a stinging jolt showered him with red sparks. He scuttled backward and felt magic covering the entrance. He approached again, touching his link and letting magestuff flow through his gates. He splayed his hand, whispered magic, and channeled energy. This was a warding spell, so he poured magestuff into the barrier and spoke a word of power Alistair had once taught him worked on locks.
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