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Chapters (75)
  1. Praise
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Acknowledgements
  6. WEAVER OF DREAMS - Long, long ago . . .
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. THE PRINCE OF EBON RIH - This story takes place after the events in Heir to the Shadows
  16. ONE
  17. TWO
  18. THREE
  19. FOUR
  20. FIVE
  21. SIX
  22. SEVEN
  23. EIGHT
  24. NINE
  25. TEN
  26. ELEVEN
  27. TWELVE
  28. THIRTEEN
  29. FOURTEEN
  30. FIFTEEN
  31. SIXTEEN
  32. SEVENTEEN
  33. EIGHTEEN
  34. NINETEEN
  35. TWENTY
  36. TWENTY-ONE
  37. TWENTY-TWO
  38. TWENTY-THREE
  39. TWENTY-FOUR
  40. ZUULAMAN - A story from Saetan’s past
  41. Chapter 1
  42. Chapter 2
  43. Chapter 3
  44. Chapter 4
  45. Chapter 5
  46. Chapter 6
  47. Chapter 7
  48. Chapter 8
  49. Chapter 9
  50. Chapter 10
  51. Chapter 11
  52. Chapter 12
  53. Chapter 13
  54. Chapter 14
  55. Chapter 15
  56. Chapter 16
  57. KAELEER’S HEART - This story takes place after the events in Queen of the Darkness
  58. 1
  59. TWO
  60. THREE
  61. 1
  62. 1
  63. SIX
  64. 1
  65. 1
  66. 1
  67. 1
  68. 1
  69. 1
  70. 1
  71. 1
  72. 1
  73. SIXTEEN
  74. SEVENTEEN
  75. Present

KAELEER’S HEART - This story takes place after the events in Queen of the Darkness

KAELEER’S HEART

This story takes place after the events in Queen of the Darkness

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Rage filled him. Love drove him. He and Witch hit the Green web. He rolled, but he didn’t have Lucivar’s skill. They broke through close to the middle of the web. He kept rolling so that when they hit the Sapphire, they were close to the edge. He rolled the other way, wrapping her in the web’s power.

They broke through the Sapphire, but they weren’t falling as fast now. He had a little more time to brace, to plan, to pour the strength of his Black Jewels into fighting the fall.

They hit the Red, rolled, clung for a second before falling to the Gray. Only half the Gray strands broke immediately. He strained back as hard as he could. When the other half broke, he rolled them upward while the web swung them down toward the Ebon-gray. He pulled against the swing, slowing it, slowing it.

When the other side of the Gray broke, they sailed down to the Ebon-gray. The web sagged when they landed, then stretched, then stretched a little more before the strands began to break.

His Black Jewels were almost drained, but he held on, held on, held on as they floated onto the Black web.

And nothing happened.

Shaking, shivering, he stared at the Black web, not quite daring to believe.

It took him a minute to get his hands to unlock from their grip around her ankles. When he was finally able to let go, he floated cautiously above the web. Near her shoulder, he noticed two small broken strands. Very carefully, he smoothed the Black strands over the other colors that cocooned her.

He could barely see her, only just enough to make out the tiny spiral horn. But that was enough.

*We did it,* he whispered. He looked up. He couldn’t see his brother and father, but he knew they were still floating in the abyss, exhausted from their own part of this fight to save her. *Lucivar! Priest! We did it!*

Then he looked at Witch—and horror filled him. In that moment of inattention, the Black web’s strands had sagged, stretched, started to break. He lunged, trying to grab her. His fingertips brushed against her ankle, but no matter how hard he strained, he couldn’t get any closer.

Her eyes opened. Even through the cocoon of webs, they glittered like fine sapphires.

“Daemon.” Little more than an exhalation of breath, a sigh. “Daemon.”

Then the strands of Black web broke, and she spiraled down into the Darkness and disappeared.

“No.” Grief ensnared him, cocooned him in agony. “Noooo!”