Illusion: Book Four Of The Grimoire Saga - Plot & Excerpts
Richard, former king and now a vagabond, watched the spectacle with tired eyes and an open grimoire in his hands. He stood in a clearing on a hill overlooking the black castle, its spires towering over the wall surrounding it. The black stone fence cut into the dark forest, circling the Stelian land for who knew how long. As he waited for the command to attack, Richard tapped his finger on the portable inkwell hanging from the chain around his neck, its matching quill stuffed into the folds of the pages open before him. Gavin stood a dozen feet off, while the muse Garrett watched from the edge of a small cliff in the hill. Patches of the Hillsidian army crouched in the trees nearby, tense as they waited for word to attack. Many of Kara’s isen brothers and sisters waited as well, though in separate groups from the yakona. He rubbed his face, the tension of the last few months leaving bags beneath his eyes. Perhaps when this war ended, he would get a good night’s sleep. Until then, the nightmares of failing Kara and his people kept him awake.
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