“Lynette Noni creates vivid characters who jump off the page and demand we care for (or hate) them. She also paints a vibrant Medora that is as real as it is fantastic. Lynette entwines both of these writing skills to create a fantasy series up there with Harry Potter, Nevermoor and Narnia.”—James Lindsay, author of the Plato Wyngard series
BY LYNETTE NONI
The Whisper Series
Whisper
Weapon
The Medoran Chronicles
Akarnae
Raelia
Draekora
Graevale
Vardaesia
The Medoran Chronicles Novellas
We Three Heroes
To Anabel Pandiella—
You’re living proof that unicorns do exist.
CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Acknowledgments
Author Bio
CHAPTER ONE
Looking around the large underground cavern lit by flaming torches, I wonder—not for the first time—whether I’ve made a mistake in coming here.
“Come on, Creator girl. I don’t have all day.”
I purse my lips at Keeda, but before I can respond, Pandora snorts and says, “I see my nickname has caught on.” She doesn’t look up at us, one hand twirling her purple pigtail, the other stabilizing the massive volume in her lap, the title Advanced Quantum Mechanics in gold foil down the spine.
Spearing a look at both of them, I only stop myself from saying what they can do with their nickname because of the half smile I catch on Cami’s face. She’s sitting on the ground beside Pandora with my kitten, Schrödinger, on her lap, stroking his glossy black-and-white coat. Her easy humor has been absent for the last six days, and I don’t want to risk being the reason for it vanishing again.
“I don’t understand why Kael—” I start to say, but Keeda cuts me off.
“Kael’s busy.” She chews like a camel before blowing a large pink bubble, the resulting pop echoing obnoxiously in the underground space. “So you have to make do with me.”
I bite back all the things I want to say, a tumultuous storm rising within me.
Six days have passed since Keeda helped Cami and me escape Lengard, six days since we sought refuge with the Remnants in the catacombs beneath Sydney’s Taronga Zoo. The first three I spent unconscious, only to awaken and have Kael explain what had happened and how we had come to be here. I’d been so anxious to leave straight away, to return to Lengard and save those we had left behind: the Speakers still in the hands of the dangerous scientist, Kendall Vanik, and his powerful accomplice, Dr. Alvin Manning. Our friends and … and Ward—Cami’s brother, and my … my …
I’m still uncertain how to define the relationship between Ward and me, one that I believed was founded on lies and betrayal, until he sacrificed his freedom to save my life. It was then that the truth came out: he had been protecting me all along.