Chapters (52)
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- Booklist
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Kerrick
- Chapter Five
- Kerrick
- Chapter Six
- Kerrick
- Chapter Seven
- Kerrick
- Chapter Eight
- Kerrick
- Chapter Nine
- Kerrick
- Chapter Ten
- Kerrick
- Chapter Eleven
- Kerrick
- Chapter Twelve
- Kerrick
- Chapter Thirteen
- Kerrick
- Chapter Fourteen
- Kerrick
- Chapter Fifteen
- Kerrick
- Chapter Sixteen
- Kerrick
- Chapter Seventeen
- Kerrick
- Chapter Eighteen
- Kerrick
- Chapter Nineteen
- Kerrick
- Chapter Twenty
- Kerrick
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Kerrick
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Kerrick
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Kerrick
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Acknowledgments
- Copyright
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Loren asked.
“You would think so, but Cellina’s up to something big. Our scouts who returned from Vyg have reported seeing fewer living soldiers than there should be, and more activity from the squads of dead soldiers, which is the opposite of how it’s been these past few months. She also pulled her troops from Zabin. Which makes me wonder where her soldiers are going.”
“Any ideas?” Kerrick asked.
“Nope.”
They exchanged a significant glance. My heart squeezed as I realized Kerrick would offer to scout for Ryne. Maybe not tonight, but soon. And while I understood the need, I already missed and worried about him.
“Any word about Belen?” I asked.
“Nothing, sorry. But lots of reports on the Skeleton King,” Ryne said.
Now it was Quain and Loren’s turn to exchange a look. This one was full of horror.
“We ran into him when we were searching for a healer,” Loren said.
“That’s one sick bastard,” Quain said.
“His army is on the move. And he sent me another message.” Ryne rubbed a hand over his face.
Oh, no. “Another bitten and tattooed soldier?”
“Worse. He sent me a box of bones with a letter. The bones belonged to two of my scouts that had gone missing. He taunted me, saying to stop with the sweeps and scouts, to bring my army to Sectven Realm because his troops were hungry for a fight.”
“Wait, I thought he was down in Ryazan Realm?” I asked.
“Not anymore. He’s invaded half of Sectven Realm.”
I leaped to my feet. “Sectven! Mom lives there. And we just rescued Melina.”
Kerrick
KERRICK
Kerrick understood Avry’s concern. He felt it, too. Mom meant a great deal to him. And from the worried expressions on Flea’s and the monkeys’ faces, they cared for her, as well.
He grasped Avry’s hand before she could rush off to organize a rescue party. Pulling, Kerrick tried to get her to sit back down next to him.
She resisted. “We need to warn Mom.”
Ryne opened his mouth to respond, but Kerrick shot him a let-me-handle-this look.
“It’s Mom, Avry,” Kerrick said. “She has her sources of information. She probably knows more about the situation than we do right now. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if she hasn’t already cleared out of her inn and has traveled somewhere safe.”
“Nowhere is safe. Plus she wouldn’t leave without knowing what happened to Melina.”
Ah, hell. Avry had a point. He considered their options and found a solution that would appease both Avry and Ryne.
“I’ll go,” he said. “I’ll take Hux and be there in three days. If Mom’s still there, I’ll tell her about Melina and escort her here.” Kerrick glanced at Ryne. “I’ll also gather better information about where this Skeleton King is and how big his forces are.”