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Chapters (62)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. CONTENTS
  5. MAP
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  61. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  62. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

When she opened her eyes, everything was washed with silver.

She lifted the staff still higher, pulling all of the power from the fire inside her into her body, feeling it drawn to the metal device. The silver glowed so brightly that she couldn’t see anything else. All she was aware of was a thick, pulsing cord of white energy, pouring into the staff.

With a sharp cry, she severed the connection. Chloe unleashed her power.

She felt it roar through her body, making her stand up on the tips of her toes as she shuddered. The silver faded from her vision, but now she could actually see the wind gathering pace around her, drawn toward her staff and converging, forming a tornado. With another cry, she pointed the staff and sent the whirlwind through the path between the walls of water, ripping through the opposing magic and tearing it to shreds.

As the fiery glow of silver flared up and then began to fade, she saw the dragons screeching as they fled into the sky. On both sides the walls of water were breaking, forming crests that collapsed in slow motion.

‘Take my hand!’ she heard Dion bellow.

With a roar louder than any thunder, the towering waves broke.

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Hiding above a cloud, Liana waited for the scar-faced magus and his dragon to appear below her. In the brief moment of respite, she tried not to think about Chloe and Dion, wondering if they were safe. She knew she needed to focus on her own struggle.

She remembered being held down on the guesthouse bed while Tarik loomed over her. She again saw herself falling into the deep tower shaft, terrified beyond belief, forced to change her form, only to be brought down by the cold touch of iron.

But nothing was worse than the violation she’d experienced when the scar-faced sorcerer had connected his mind to hers with copper chain. He’d been able to feel what she felt, and to command her with a thought. She was no longer herself; she was his.

Killing the sorcerer would eradicate just a small amount of evil from the world, but it was hers to destroy.

Finally, gazing down, she saw her enemy appear, flying in a circle below the cloud, searching for her.

Staying silent, she descended from above, claws outstretched, her eyes narrowed as she flew directly at the magus on the dragon’s back. Tarik saw her at the last instant and attempted a tight turn, and although she missed him, she managed to grab the dragon with her claws. She soon found herself locked in a deadly embrace, with each dragon snapping at the other’s soft underbelly.