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Chapters (52)
  1. Back Cover Text
  2. Praise
  3. Booklist
  4. Title Page
  5. Dedication
  6. Contents
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Kerrick
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Kerrick
  14. Chapter Six
  15. Kerrick
  16. Chapter Seven
  17. Kerrick
  18. Chapter Eight
  19. Kerrick
  20. Chapter Nine
  21. Kerrick
  22. Chapter Ten
  23. Kerrick
  24. Chapter Eleven
  25. Kerrick
  26. Chapter Twelve
  27. Kerrick
  28. Chapter Thirteen
  29. Kerrick
  30. Chapter Fourteen
  31. Kerrick
  32. Chapter Fifteen
  33. Kerrick
  34. Chapter Sixteen
  35. Kerrick
  36. Chapter Seventeen
  37. Kerrick
  38. Chapter Eighteen
  39. Kerrick
  40. Chapter Nineteen
  41. Kerrick
  42. Chapter Twenty
  43. Kerrick
  44. Chapter Twenty-One
  45. Kerrick
  46. Chapter Twenty-Two
  47. Kerrick
  48. Chapter Twenty-Three
  49. Kerrick
  50. Chapter Twenty-Four
  51. Acknowledgments
  52. Copyright

Noak’s grip tightened. “There’s another.”

“Another what?”

“Bond. Deep inside, but there.” Noak thumped his chest.

“Bond?”

“You are linked to Magic Man and this other.”

Fear melted the ice. “Who?”

“Another man of magic. Stronger than Magic Man, but his link to you is weaker for now.”

Tohon? But he was encased in a stasis. Or so we believed. “How do I break that link?”

“This other must die.”

Kerrick

KERRICK

A teapot crashed to the hearth, shattering into pieces—just like Kerrick’s thoughts.

“Belen’s here?” he asked Mom.

Mom frowned at the destroyed teapot. Small shards littered the bricks around Flea’s feet. “No. He left a few days ago.”

Flea jumped down. “Where did he go?”

“South to spy on that nasty Skeleton King.” Mom tsked. “I told him to wait until he was fully healed, but the big oaf had it in his thick head to go investigate.”

Now Kerrick needed to sit down. He sank into a chair. “Wait. Belen’s injured?”

She glanced at Kerrick and then Flea. “My goodness, didn’t you get my message?” Mom clasped her hands together. “No wonder you’re in such a state.”

“Can you start at the beginning, please?” Kerrick asked.

“Of course, dearie. Mr. Belen arrived at my door about a week after midsummer’s day. The poor man’s head was cracked open. He had dozens of cuts, bruises, and a handful of stab wounds. His right arm had been broken in two places and his left ankle was shredded. Something had chewed right through his leather boot.” She shook her head. “Those injuries should have killed him. But there he stood, swaying on his feet, dripping blood on my clean floors and insisting all he needed was a piece of pie and a good night’s sleep.”

Kerrick smiled. “That’s Belen.”

“We managed to get him into a bed before he collapsed. He slept for so long, I’d feared he’d never wake up.”

“How long?” Flea asked.

“Two months! I sent a message to Avry right after he’d arrived.”

“Zabin was under attack then,” Flea said.

“I heard the news later, and figured it was the reason Avry didn’t come. But I’d hoped the note made it to her.”

Kerrick considered. The message was probably intercepted by Tohon’s army, which would explain why Tohon lied to Avry about Belen getting captured. He’d known Belen’s situation and location.