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Free the Darkness

Kel Kade
Chapters (27)
  1. Map of Eastern Ashai
  2. Regional Map of the Souelian Sea
  3. Prologue
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Characters
  27. Reign of Madness

King’s Dark Tidings

Book One

Free the Darkness

By Kel Kade

This novel is a work of fiction. All characters, places, and events in this novel are fictitious. Opinions and beliefs expressed by the characters do not reflect the author’s opinions and beliefs.

This book is intended for adult readers. It contains graphic violence, creative language, and sexual innuendo. This book does not contain explicit sexual content.

First digital e-book edition © 2015 Kel Kade

Revised digital e-book edition © 2016 Kel Kade

Print edition © 2016 Kel Kade

Also available in audiobook, 2016 Podium Publishing

No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, by current or future technology.

Written by Kel Kade

Edited by Leslie Watts

Interior illustrations by Kel Kade

Cover art by Chris McGrath

Acknowledgement

Thank you to my family and my most patient and understanding daughter who have encouraged and supported me throughout this writing process.

Map of Eastern Ashai

Map of Eastern Ashai

Regional Map of the Souelian Sea

Regional Map of the Souelian Sea

Prologue

“Good men want only the power to make things right. Great men seek to make things right and gather the power to do so. Great leaders find those who are worthy of wielding power and set them to the task of making things right.”

- Coroleus, J.E. 1,067

Relief washed over the weary rider as his destination finally emerged from the gloomy, moonlit darkness. He had not at all been certain of the success of this mission, and if he had failed, he would not have lived to regret it.

Tree branches creaked at the night’s gentle exhale. It was soft and passive, so unlike the aggressive sucking pops and sloughs of the mud pulling at his mount’s hooves. He shivered beneath his damp cloak and shifted the bundle that was carefully tied about his torso as he repositioned the various weapons worn both openly and secreted beneath his padded leather armor. He reminded himself that if these people had a mind to end him, his weapons and all his years of training and experience would be worthless.