Memories Of Ash (The Sunbolt Chronicles Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
In the late morning, I feel the skittering, skin crawling sensation of the ward at the great deodar cedar triggering. Whatever doubts I might have held regarding the riders evaporate at once. Around noon, the wards on the cottage itself flare. I stumble to a stop with a rush of vertigo, the blood running cold in my veins. Then the wards are gone, their magic blasted to shreds. I bend over, my hands clutching my knees, shaking as my connection to the spell disintegrates. It takes me a few breaths before I can walk on, my legs not quite steady beneath me. I reach Sonapur near twilight. Evening flows down into the wide vale, the western mountains silhouetted against the failing light. The great snow-covered peaks far to the north have begun to fade from view. Bright points lie scattered across the plain, twinkling cheerily. The markets will be closing now, the carpet weavers and wool dyers and spinners and shawl makers going home for the night. Below me, the river I’ve followed these last few hours widens, pouring into a great lake dotted with lily pads and the faint smudges of lotus flowers.
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