![]() ![]() Running his forearm over his face, he staggered to an old oak, sinking down against it. He lurched outside, retching until his throat was raw. Their muscles had contracted in the heat, their little bodies curling up on the floor. They'd been burned, and while they were still alive. In the area where the hearth used to be, he found what was left of his younger foster sisters. ![]() Sweat rolled down his face and into his eyes, mingling with the swirling ash and soot. Heart thundering, he searched the ruins, praying to find nothing within. His foster sisters might have escaped into the forest. ![]() Like a shot, he charged up a hillock to the smoldering shell of the family's house. He shuddered in stunned disbelief, his mind refusing to accept this. Cadeon recognized the merciless slaughter as the work of revenants, corpse creatures dispatched by Omort the Deathless, their kingdom's most dreaded enemy. Their remains littered the ground near a demolished section of the barricades around their farmstead. Rothkalina, the Kingdom of the Rage DemonsĬadeon Woede came upon the headless bodies of his foster father and brothers first, the three slain in a desperate defense of their home. All fabulous authors and amazing friends. And much love to the usual suspects: Gena, Boo, Beth, and Rocki. You know cryptography, so I don't have to. My heartfelt thanks go out to the Gibson Hall Grid. Because you're like Rain Man with numbers,Īnd you don't laugh at me 'cause I'm not. ![]()
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