Back Ashlords
Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. ALSO BY SCOTT REINTGEN
  3. Dedication
  4. Part One: Lightning
  5. Chapter 1: The Alchemist
  6. Chapter 2: The Longhand
  7. Chapter 3: The Favorite
  8. Chapter 4: Birthday Dance
  9. Chapter 5: True Freedom
  10. Chapter 6: Dreams and Nightmares
  11. Chapter 7: The Qualifier
  12. Chapter 8: Ten Faces
  13. Part Two: Thunder
  14. Chapter 9: In the Morning Quiet
  15. Chapter 10: Bright and Loud
  16. Chapter 11: The Great Display
  17. Chapter 12: Sounds Like the Truth
  18. Chapter 13: Clatter
  19. Chapter 14: Making Noise
  20. Chapter 15: Disharmony
  21. Chapter 16: A Quiet Corner
  22. Chapter 17: Scream
  23. Chapter 18: Whisper
  24. Chapter 19: Silence
  25. Chapter 20: A Door Left Open
  26. Chapter 21: Distraction
  27. Chapter 22: The Beginning
  28. Chapter 23: Changing Skies
  29. Chapter 24: Ravenous
  30. Chapter 25: Vibrancy
  31. Chapter 26: Noises at Night
  32. Chapter 27: Blinding
  33. Chapter 28: Wormwood
  34. Chapter 29: Hunting Grounds
  35. Chapter 30: Blindsided
  36. Part Three: Storm
  37. Chapter 31: Enemies
  38. Chapter 32: Barriers
  39. Chapter 33: Setbacks
  40. Chapter 34: Caves
  41. Chapter 35: The Mountain Rebels
  42. Chapter 36: The Wraith
  43. Chapter 37: Thief
  44. Chapter 38: Gig’s Wall
  45. Chapter 39: A Small Request
  46. Chapter 40: The Ashlord Way
  47. Chapter 41: The Final Stretch
  48. Chapter 42: The Storm
  49. Chapter 43: Victory
  50. Chapter 44: The Battle of Gig’s Wall
  51. Chapter 45: One Face
  52. Chapter 46: The Brightness
  53. Chapter 47: The Price of War
  54. Chapter 48: Home
  55. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  56. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  57. What’s next onyour reading list?

On your other side, Adrian Ford. You try not to notice the way he looms over everything like a second sun. You note the sharp line of his jaw, the sprawl of his shoulders, the veined backs of his hands. He looks like he was carved by the gods themselves. Instead of fear, you feel adrenaline pulsing in your chest. You were born to ride, but you were also born to fight. Looking at Adrian Ford makes one thing clear: a worthy challenger has arrived.

“And we honor that day,” the announcer is saying, “with a Great Display of our own. Behold your riders. Behold their horses. There are placards along each barrier that describe the chosen components for each summoning. As a reminder, these will be the first combinations that each rider has locked in for the opening of the Races. It’s the first hint of what might unfold after the gunshot sounds. Come forward, witnesses! Let’s see how this changes the gambling lines!”

You raise your chin and smile. Money and power have bought each person in the crowd access. It is their chance to ask questions and inspect the horses. The first patrons make a line straight for you. A well-dressed Dividian nods in greeting, pen and notepad in hand. Clearly a journalist. He kneels and inspects the waiting placard. You watch as he scribbles down components and reads the inscription. Others are circling curiously.

“Vibrancy,” he notes with surprise. “That was your father’s opening rebirth, no?”

Your smile widens. He’s done his research. After a long deliberation, you decided to open the Races with the combination your father made famous. It was the one that helped him storm to an opening lead on the first day. You’ve trained with it for months. Vibrancy horses are known for two things: long strides and building speed. The longer they ride uninterrupted, the higher their top speed climbs. It is a summoning that has risks, too, though.

“So you’re hoping to jump out into first?” the reporter guesses.

It’s always better to let them wonder. You’ve learned that much from previous Races.

“Starting first is fine, but it’s finishing first I care about.”

He grins at that. “A summoning like Vibrancy depends on not bumping shoulders with other riders, right? Pretty risky considering the presence of Adrian Ford. Not to mention the recent breakup with Bravos. Tight quarters will slow you down.”

“Nothing slows me down.”

He scribbles that line on his pad before tipping his cap and heading on. The rest of the crowd presses forward. One of your father’s friends waves to get your attention. You shake his hand before answering more questions. You know that the crowd has only a short time to inspect the horses and make their interrogations. Some are just here for fun, but others will report back to newspapers and spread the word for gambling dens to make more informed bets.