Just like me, Joshua Simon is another aspiring author hoping to build an audience on ebook readers for his novels. He's about one year behind me in his journey, having just released his first full length novel: Rise and Fall. It's an epic fantasy with magic and battles, so if you enjoy that genre you should definitely check it out. For this guest post, Joshua has supplied an excerpt from the book, which will no doubt get you hooked on the tale!
Here's Joshua:
I am humbled and excited to be swapping posts with
Derek. He is someone who I’ve both looked to for advice and information in
self-publishing and have enjoyed his work as an author. In fact, Dead Dwarves Don’t Dance was my
first ebook purchase. Thanks, Derek, for the opportunity to share my work with
your readers!
Although Derek and I currently write in different
genres (I’m writing an epic fantasy series), I feel we share some commonality
in the tone our works. One of the things
I liked about Dead Dwarves Don’t Dance is the bleak world sprinkled with bits
of humor and levity. I personally find
myself drawn to those sorts of stories.
Within fantasy, I often cite Glen Cook, Robert E. Howard, George RR
Martin, and Joe Abercrombie, just to name a few, as influences on me..
Naturally, the stories I write have the same grit as the stories I love to
read. At least I hope they do!
Currently, I have two published works. One is a short story titled Warleader. The other is my first novel titled Rise and Fall which I released on December 1st 2011.
The short story acts as a prequel to one of three
main plot threads in my book Rise and Fall. Several of the characters
introduced in Warleader are featured in Rise and Fall. Since Rise and Fall is
the most recent release, I wanted to make the first chapter available to
Derek’s readers.
In short, Rise and Fall is about an ill-prepared queen, a soft-hearted
mercenary, and a crippled warrior struggling as a kingdom falls and an empire
rises. For a more detailed description click here.
Here is an excerpt
of Rise and Fall: Book One of the Blood
and Tears Trilogy:
A deafening
silence filled the inner courtyard. Massacred bodies with faces frozen in fear
and despair covered the space once home to beautiful gardens. Nothing stirred
except for the five High Mages fanning out amongst the motionless forms, each
searching for a sign of life. The smell of burnt flesh enveloped Amcaro and
worked its way into his nostrils and robes. More than two dozen royal guards
lay dead, joined by half as many servants—charred husks against the white stone
floor.
Standing amid
the devastation, Amcaro’s mouth hung open in disbelief. “One Above, how did
this happen?” he whispered.
After feeling
the immense wave of sorcery, he and the only other mages powerful enough to
teleport had arrived from afar. He wanted to help search for survivors but he
couldn’t turn his attention away from the woman before him. Her beautiful face
unrecognizable, her body blackened, there was no denying that the dark red
remnants of her robes belonged to one of their order, a High Mage. She was one
of only seven in Cadonia. Amcaro felt his gut tighten at the realization that
his former pupil, Fei, was dead.
His thoughts
wandered back to the time she first approached him at the age of eight, wanting
to be his apprentice. Many thought I was
wasting my time when I accepted a student so young. But they didn’t see the
passion in her eyes, the eagerness, and the yearning to make something of her
life. Now those eyes that were once so full of life are empty. Would she
still be alive if I denied her request all those years ago?
“Master!” Acus
shouted from across the courtyard. “Come quick.”
Amcaro jumped
at the voice, and like the other High Mages interspersed throughout the open
area, scrambled toward Acus who held a body in his arms. Closing in, he saw the
figure was that of a boy, no more than fourteen. The boy grasped at Acus’s
robe, pulling the High Mage down to his face. His body convulsed between
whispers and then relaxed. His hands fell away. Acus’s paled face told Amcaro
that whatever he had learned, it was not good.
Edali, the
most gifted healer among them, fell to his knees and checked the boy over but
Amcaro knew the effort would be wasted. The boy was dead. Edali confirmed
Amcaro’s thoughts with a slight nod, eyes sullen, distant.
“Well? Spit it
out, Acus. Did you get anything?” asked an impatient voice.
Amcaro turned
to his left and scowled. Rhindora was tall, homely, and stout. By appearance
alone, she was the most intimidating mage of the group. She did little to
intimidate Amcaro who gritted his teeth. “Show a little compassion.”
“We’ll have
plenty of time for compassion after we learn what happened here, Master. We
have yet to move past the inner courtyard,” said Rhindora.
“Although I
don’t agree with her tone, she’s right. One Above knows what awaits us within
the castle itself.” Essan ran fingers through his thick blond hair as he looked
over the lifeless form that Acus still cradled.
Amcaro opened
his mouth to respond but was cut off.
“It was
Nareash,” said Acus.
“I knew it!”
said Rhindora pacing about. “I never did trust that snake.”
Amcaro looked
down to Acus, whose bald head was still bowed over the boy’s body. “Is that
what the boy told you?”
Acus finally
set the boy down and slowly rose to his feet. “Yes.”
“Well, there
were rumors among the peasants about the King being manipulated,” said Edali,
standing in turn and wiping the dirt from the bottom of his robes.
“And do we
just take the gossip of peasants as fact now?” asked Essan, throwing his short
pudgy arms into the air.
“The boy saw
Nareash,” said Acus.
“Was he sure?
How do we know it wasn’t someone or something else he mistook for Nareash?”
said Essan.
“Look at this
place,” said Rhindora, picking up speed as she paced. “Look at Fei. Who else but Nareash could do this? Don’t let
your friendship with the man cloud your vision.”
“My friendship
with Nareash has nothing to do with it. I just find it hard to believe that the
man we grew up with could do all of this.” Essan spread his hands wide. “He’s
never shown this kind of power before. It doesn’t make sense.”
“The boy told
me a few things before he died. Together with other bits and pieces we’ve
pulled together I think I have an idea of what happened,” said Acus. “Over the
last couple of days, several suspicious deaths among the staff left many uneasy
in the castle. Those who died were all near an open flame that seemed to take
on a life of its own. They were all vehemently outspoken against Nareash,
spreading discord among the rest of the staff. After their deaths, most others
who were dissatisfied with Nareash stayed silent except the mother of Captain
Marc of the Royal Guard. When she died under similar circumstances, the captain
went to the king who acted as if nothing was the matter. In secret, Marc
convinced many of the guards and staff to work with him to overtake Nareash.”
“And there it
is,” said Essan. “Nareash was falsely accused and then attacked. He acted in
self-defense.”
Edali shook
his head. “Wake up, Essan. Look at the path of each sorcerous attack. Most of
these people, especially the servants, were running away.”
Essan started
to argue again but shook his head. Shoulders coming forward, he seemed to lose
any desire to put up a fight. “No sense in putting it off then. We must rein in
Nareash. Rhindora...” His voice trailed off as he faced where the woman was
pacing only moments ago. Seething and
red-faced, he added, “That brainless woman.”
Amcaro turned
to the sound of great double doors closing on the opposite end of the square.
Essan was stalking toward the doors when Amcaro called out, “Essan, wait!”
Essan halted.
“Wait for what, Master?” He pointed toward the doors. “You know those two have
always hated each other. This is exactly the justification she needs for
settling her own vendetta. We need to catch her before she does something
stupid.”
“She’s already
accomplished that. We will not make the same mistake as her or Fei by doing
this alone. We will stay together and go after Nareash with caution. He knows
we’re here and he will be ready for us. Let’s not give him another advantage by
having our emotions get the best of us.”
“But Master,
Nareash is not a match for you. Together, we have nothing to worry about.” said
Edali.
“Think, Edali.
Look at this devastation. Nareash fought and killed dozens of armed guardsmen
while also battling Fei. She may have been the least experienced among us, but
she was still a High Mage.” He paused. “And we still have yet to see the rest
of the castle. Something is not right.”
“All the more
reason to hurry after Rhindora,” said Essan.
“No. I will
not risk our lives and the safety of the kingdom to run off recklessly after
one so careless. She is on her own. Now isn’t the time for emotion to get in
the way of judgment.”
Amcaro noticed
a few looks of displeasure from the others but none said a word. The mages
readied themselves, preparing sorcery that could be unleashed at a moment’s
notice. Once finished, Amcaro led the way to the massive oak doors. Although
grand in dimension, the craftsmanship was more impressive. On the face of each,
carvings showed key events from Aurnon the First’s conquering of Thurum, and
the settling of Cadonia. And there at
Aurnon’s side throughout all his accomplishments stood Sacrynon. Not just
allies, but friends as well. A great king and a great high mage stood side by
side, working together, earning the adoration of the people. Amcaro shook his head as he compared the
carvings to the present day. What
happened between you, Nareash, and Aurnon the Eighth?
Amcaro and the
others entered the vast common hall of the castle. Large wooden rafters
supported the ceiling and from them hung dozens of singed banners. Five banners
dominated the ceiling, greater than all others, emblazoned with the seals of
Cadonia’s dukes. Smaller hangings surrounded each of the five with their own
unique seals representing the lords within each Duke’s province. Aurnon the
First had designed the ceiling himself, believing that a king should always be
mindful of those who serve him. “The
needs of the people should be above the wants of the king,” he often said. A
great man. Too bad the meaning of your design was lost on many of your
namesakes.
Amcaro’s eyes
drifted past the bare walls, focusing instead on the four long tables at the
room’s center where servants of the castle would have their meals. Benches were
overturned. To the left and right were the round tables used for members of the
Royal Guard or the rare guest. Wisps of smoke drifted up from the broken and
splintered remains of the chairs that would normally encircle them.
Just as
before, smoldering bodies covered the scene. Contorted into misshapen forms,
their number more than tripled those littering the courtyard. If not for the
armor or the blackened swords in their hands, it would be impossible to discern
that the figures were once members of the Royal Guard. As it was, many of the
bodies were barely recognizable as human. One body in particular caught
Amcaro’s eye. Belonging to a servant, the lifeless form crouched, frozen, under
one of the center tables. There was no mercy for even one as defenseless
as you. Nareash what has happened to you?
Essan took a
step forward, eyes still taking in the carnage. He spoke so quietly, Amcaro had
to listen hard to catch his words. “There must be over a hundred guardsmen in
this room.” Turning to Amcaro with a look of disbelief he continued, his voice
rising. “Just between here and the courtyard alone, half of the royal guard is dead.
Nareash has lost his mind. There is no other explanation. Has anyone been left
alive?”
Somber, Amcaro
answered, “We should assume the worst.”
Both mages
turned as Edali dashed through the hall. Edali maneuvered toward the table on
the far end of the room, opposite the doors. Unless the king extended a special
invitation, only the royal family and its closest advisors gathered in the back
of the hall. Acus was a step behind,
weaving in and out of the wreckage.
“What do you
see?” Amcaro called out.
“It’s the
king! He’s somehow unscathed by the devastation around him,” said Edali as he
reached the opposite side of the room.
Essan and
Amcaro made their way toward Edali and Acus. Amcaro, last in line, saw what the
others had noticed; a plump man lay on his side in light blue robes. His back
was to the advancing mage, but there was no mistaking the round shape and the
salt-and-pepper hair visible through the top of the man’s clothing. A gaudy
crown still sat crooked on his head. Amcaro came to a sudden halt. This isn’t right.
Edali bent
down to examine the king. Acus kneeled on the ruler’s other side.
One Above!
“Don’t touch
him!” Amcaro called out, realizing the danger. His words echoed throughout the
hall but were a moment too late.
As Edali
turned the king over to check his condition and perform the healing arts, a
ball of fire engulfed the mage. He flew back, landing on the remains of a
guardsman. The fire burned with such ferocity, the air in the room thinned.
Amcaro watched
Acus repel the exploding fire. However, the sorcerous attack distracted him
from noticing the jeweled dagger in the king’s pale right hand. The king’s
chubby arm arced across his bulky frame with surprising speed and the dagger
opened Acus’s throat. Blood pulsed onto the floor.
Essan rushed
over to Acus’s side to assess the damage caused by the king’s attack. There was
no sense in checking on Edali. As the fire slowly subsided, Amcaro could see
the mage was no more. The crackle of burnt flesh made Amcaro flinch. “Is Acus
alive?”
Essan closed
his eyes and his hand clutched Acus’s throat. Blood oozed from between his
fingers. “No.”
That one word
expressed so many meanings. Sorrow for losing a friend, frustration for not
acting sooner, desire to change places, emptiness that will never be filled—but
of all things it spoke of hate.
Amcaro took a
deep breath, steadying himself. “I know what you’re thinking. But now isn’t the
time to allow our feelings to cloud our judgment. Edali and Acus did just that
and so did Rhindora by running on ahead of us. One Above knows what has
happened to her as it seems she continued without even checking the hall. Such
carelessness will lead to our death too, Essan.”
“I am well
aware of the situation,” said Essan in a tight voice, his chin resting on his
chest.
Amcaro sighed
and shook his head. “I’m sorry. You’re right.”
Essan looked
up and turned to the king. “Is this truly the king?”
Amcaro stared
at Cadonia’s ruler, sorrowful. “It is his body, but his mind is no longer his
own.”
“How is that
possible? I thought mind control was just a myth from old.”
“No, it’s
possible. It is a dark path with many dangers—which is why I never taught it to
you or anyone else. Mind control carries many risks since each person’s mind is
unique. Over time it will turn the victim into what you see before you.”
“Then who
would have taught Nareash?”
“I don’t
know.” Amcaro paused, studying the blank face of the king. “This man will never
be more than a risk to everyone he comes in contact with.”
“Then we have
no choice.”
Amcaro looked
over to Essan and nodded. His eyes returned to the king and then a moment later
the man collapsed to the ground next to Acus, as lifeless as the bloody High
Mage.
Amcaro stood
for a moment, thinking. I was here only a
couple of months ago when the castle was bustling with life. Now only an eerie
stillness remains. How could I have missed the signs? How could Nareash come
into such power and keep it hidden from me? Amcaro straightened, mouth tightening as he composed
himself. “Come, we mustn’t tarry here any longer.”
Amcaro headed
toward a lone staircase in the hall, near the arched doorway to the kitchen.
Essan followed close behind, matching his master’s stride.
*
* *
Nothing passed
between the High Mages as they ascended the stairs to Nareash’s personal
quarters. They climbed slowly, pausing at the top of each flight to step over
another group of felled guardsmen; many still held unfired crossbows in their
hands. Neither of the High Mages bothered checking the rooms on each floor.
Amcaro knew they would be filled with more horror, but empty of the man they
sought.
During the
last two flights of stairs, Amcaro checked over several spells he prepared
after leaving the common hall. He felt Essan do the same as they approached an
open doorway. Amcaro glanced back at his friend and saw worry and dread beneath
his seething anger. We share the same
thoughts, don’t we? I feel the power emanating from the room and I’ve not felt
its like for some time.
They exchanged
nods. Amcaro was ready to climb the last step before the doorway when a voice
came from inside.
“Can we get on
with this already? I swear you two move as slow as a couple of old
crones.”
The two mages
leaped through the door. Bursts of light shot from their hands toward their
target, but the attacks seemed to have no effect as Nareash stood opposite them
wearing a smug grin. When they realized Nareash had no intention of attacking
them, they ceased their attacks, remaining wary of their situation.
“Come now, I
hope that wasn’t the best you two had,” said Nareash. “Even Rhindora made a
stronger show.” He nodded to the floor.
Amcaro’s gut
tightened again at the loss of another of his former students.
Essan bent
over to examine the woman’s body after an approving nod from Amcaro. No longer
intimidating, she looked small and fragile. “She’s dead,” stated Essan in an
emotionless tone.
“Of course,”
said Nareash. “She tried to kill me.”
“Then why not
attack us?” asked Essan.
As Essan
probed Nareash, Amcaro took in his surroundings. Nareash stood at the room’s
center, tall and slim with dark hair, his skin tanned bronze. His stance was
one of confidence, hands tucked into the sleeves of his robe. The princess
stood several steps behind Nareash. Elyse’s wavy auburn hair framed the fair
skin of her face. Hands clasped at her waist, she wore a simple emerald dress
that accentuated her light green eyes. I
can feel your bonds, my dear. Nareash,
is this your true advantage?
The room was
deep but otherwise empty with very little in the way of furniture. Other than a
small bed and a simple desk near the window, there was nothing. Various books
and papers lay scattered over the floor in uneven stacks and piles.
Nareash shook
his head. “Our relationship is far different than the one I shared with that
foul woman. I hoped we could come to an understanding.” Nareash flicked his
eyes toward Amcaro. “And, Master, without you all of this wouldn’t be possible.
The last thing I want is to continue this senseless killing.” His eyes turned
dark for a moment. “However, I will do what I must.”
Nareash’s grin
broadened. “You have yet to speak, Master.”
“Let the
princess go so we can speak in private.”
Nareash
laughed. “Elyse will stay.”
“Is she what
all this is about?” asked Amcaro.
Nareash
chuckled. “What do you take me for, some teenage boy with a crush? She is easy
on the eyes, but the only thing I care about is the power she’ll bring.
Besides, you and I both know there is not enough sorcery in the world that can
make a woman love.” He sighed. “Women are just too stubborn.” Nareash turned to
the princess. “Isn’t that right?”
Elyse stood
motionless as if unaware what had been said. But her eyes… she is still cognizant of her surroundings, thought Amcaro.
Turning back
to the two mages, Nareash continued. “No, as you can see I have to settle for
what she is. A beautiful woman trapped in her own mind, unable to let her mouth
ruin her appeal.” He paused before chuckling again, “Some would say the perfect
woman, no?”
“I don’t know
what you’ve become Nareash but you are not the friend I knew,” said Essan.
“Please, self
righteousness doesn’t suit you. I would have tried to work something out with you at the very least, but like the
others it seems your lips are too firmly pressed against our Master’s rear to
do anything other than what he
defines as moral.” Nareash then turned to Amcaro. “Isn’t that right, Master?”
Amcaro didn’t
answer, too busy searching for a solution to the situation.
“One Above, I
will not be ignored by you.” The sleeves of Nareash’s robes separated revealing
his long spindly fingers. In his right hand, he held a short ivory colored
scepter.
In a soft
whisper, Amcaro spoke, “Sacrynon’s Scepter.”
“They called
Sacrynon the Mad Mage in his later years, right?” Nareash’s eyes drifted down
absently at the hollow cylinder in his hand.
While Nareash
was distracted by the scepter, Amcaro quickly looked to Elyse. If I could just get some sort of recognition
from her that she understands. There. Was that it? Yes dear, you do understand,
unfortunately all too well. I hope that you’ll know what to do when the time
comes.
Amcaro’s eyes
returned to Nareash just as the mage looked up. “You don’t sound surprised that
I have it, Master.”
“I had my
suspicions after witnessing the destruction you caused. Still, I never imagined
you would be such a fool! Don’t you understand that the implement turned
Sacrynon into a lunatic?” He paused, “it affects you already, doesn’t it? Where
did you find it? Aurnon the First took the scepter to Quoron four hundred years
ago, never to return. He was to destroy the abomination.”
“It affects
only my power. And obviously, Aurnon the First failed. Imagine my surprise when
I discovered one of the most powerful weapons in the world used as a candle
holder by a naïve king.” Nareash grinned. “I laughed for days. To have
something so powerful and not know it, that
is truly madness. Who cares how it got there? I have it now.”
Without
warning, Essan lashed out at Nareash with blue tendrils of sorcery flowing from
his hands. At such close range, the power would send most to the ground in agony. However, Nareash used the scepter to absorb
and nullify Essan’s attack. Amcaro joined in and together they sought to
overwhelm the deranged man they had once called a friend.
*
* *
Elyse’s world
was void of sound. In the small room with her were three others and yet she
felt completely alone. Since discovering her father’s manipulation weeks ago,
Nareash had kept her in a state where she was unable to communicate with
anyone. She could not move, speak, nor even hear unless he chose to allow it.
Mostly, the High Mage gave her only sight, generous he had he said in giving
her anything at all. The only proof I
have of existence is watching life go by around me.
Today she
realized that the shred of mercy Nareash had granted her was the cruelest thing
of all. She had watched the High Mage burn and murder all she held dear. Anyone
and everyone fell under his wrath and she was the sole living witness to it. At
first, she was thankful she could not hear the cries of despair, but without
that distraction she was more attuned to the expressed anguish in each victim’s
face as it twisted in pain.
And she was
unable to look away.
The silent
screams still echoed in her deaf ears, the images forever etched into her
memories. During the ordeal she prayed
ceaselessly to the One Above. She prayed for just one moment free of constraint
to help them. Maybe I could have used
that moment to shout a word of warning or even whisper one of comfort. No doubt I would be dead as well, but isn’t
death better than this?
Now the same
scene repeated itself before her eyes, only the actors were different. Elyse
watched in bitter anguish, helpless again as the last two people able to stop
her nightmare lived their last moments. She knew they would die just as all the
others had today. Even Amcaro, a man she thought of as more of a father than
her own looked doubtful about the task before him. If the resolve of one as powerful as him falters, then what hope do I
have?
Elyse watched
the interaction between the High Mages with fascination. Nareash opened his
sleeves, revealing the hollow cylinder in his hand. Essan’s reaction was one of
confusion, coupled with fright. But
Amcaro seems as if he expected it. Whatever it was, she understood its
importance to Nareash. I haven’t seen it
out of his hand since he first started carrying it, back when the whisperings
of my father’s manipulation started.
Elyse focused
on Essan who seemed to regain his nerve. She watched the High Mage’s face
tighten. He is ready to attack. One
Above, help them please. She looked back to Amcaro. He’s looking at me! He must know that I can’t respond. Elyse’s eyes
locked on Amcaro’s for a moment, his eyes flicked to the white object in
Nareash’s hand and then a moment later met her eyes once again. I…I know what you want. The High Mage’s
jaw clenched for a second, nodding his head ever so slightly, the movement so
small anyone other than the intended person would miss it. He knows…that I know. He wants me to help, but I can’t do anything like
this…
Essan lashed
out at Nareash, the power vibrating through Elyse’s body. But Nareash didn’t
even flinch. The wand glowed and the flames hoping to engulf the mage
dissipated without any ill effect. Undeterred, Essan attacked again and again,
now alternating with Amcaro. From what Elyse could tell, their attempts were
little more than a bother to Nareash. With the slightest of gestures, Nareash
struck both High Mages at once, knocking them off of their feet. The deranged
mage threw his head back and although she was deaf, Elyse knew he was laughing
as he approached the fallen men. Not
again. One Above, please don’t leave me so helpless.
Nareash lifted
the wand and pointed it at Essan who began to writhe in pain. Amcaro attempted
to stop the attack, but a wave of Nareash’s other hand blocked the effort.
Amcaro tried once again, but this time Elyse saw that his eyes looked at her
and not at Nareash. Elyse’s body tingled, starting in her limbs and then moving
to her torso and head. To her surprise, she felt the weight of her body after
being unable to do so for weeks. She heard Nareash laugh. Amcaro’s eyes
returned to Nareash and Elyse understood what happened.
“Master, I never expected it to be this easy,”
said Nareash. “I didn’t even feel your last pathetic attempt to stop me. And to
think I once admired you.” He paused. “Master.” He said disgusted. “I have no
Master.” The scepter hovered over Amcaro now that Essan’s body lay still.
Elyse’s eyes
darted about the space looking for something that she could use to stop the mad
man. Her gaze finally rested on the simple desk in the room where a thin knife
lay. I’m to attack a High Mage with a
weapon more suited to clean one’s nails. No matter, I’d rather die than live as
before. She reached, her body almost forgetting how to respond.
Elyse crept
across the room, moving as fast as she dared. Her body screamed with every step
and her heart pounded in her chest as she moved her stiff limbs. She was
certain he would hear her clumsy movements, and any second Nareash would turn
to her, trapping her once again in an invisible cell, this time not even with
sight to keep her company. Amcaro feebly attacked in two consecutive bursts of
fire but Nareash brushed them off as if they were no more than dust on his
robes.
“You are
done,” said Nareash in a solemn tone.
The scepter
began to shimmer and the air thinned. Recognizing the urgency, Elyse leaped and
sank the thin blade deep into Nareash’s shoulder. The High Mage screamed as the
wand flew from his hand, just as Amcaro released a concussive blast of his own,
filling the room with blue light. Nareash tumbled backward, sent sprawling
across the room and Elyse was thrown into a corner.
After a moment
she slowly opened her eyes, realizing as she sat up, groggy, that she was the
only person moving. She scurried over to Amcaro who was face down on the floor.
She turned him over. “Master Amcaro, please. You must wake up! Master?”
“I’m here,
dear,” said Amcaro through shallowed breaths.
“Oh, thank the
One Above, you’re alright.”
A thin smile
formed on his face as he tried to speak, interrupted by a coughing fit, blood
spraying from his mouth. “Hardly. I’m dying.”
“No, you
can’t. You saved me. You stopped Nareash. My father’s dead. Everyone is dead. I
need you. I don’t know what to do.”
“What do you mean?
You will rule your kingdom.”
“But I can’t.
I…”
“You needn’t
worry,” said Nareash.
Elyse whipped her head around. On the far side
of the room, Nareash staggered to his feet.
“I am more
than capable of ruling without you.” He turned his eyes to Amcaro. “And Master,
I spoke too hastily of you. Even now you teach me a valuable lesson in acting.
Quite convincing. Still, you left yourself in a less than ideal position in
doing so.” The High Mage limped across the
room, arm hanging at his side.
Watching his
crooked path, Elyse realized that he was not walking toward her and Amcaro but
instead to a stack of fallen papers. Barely visible underneath laid an ivory
scepter.
Elyse dove
across the floor an instant before the hobbled mage had time to react. She
crawled back as Nareash came forward and slapped the cylinder into Amcaro’s
outstretched arm.
Elyse saw
Nareash begin to glow as he readied an attack. He screamed. “No!”
A burst of
self contained energy shot from the Scepter and struck Nareash. When the energy
dissipated, Elyse mouth dropped open, eyes welling in relief. Nareash, her
tormentor, was gone. Obliterated.
Elyse returned
to Amcaro’s side. He gasped for air.
“Rest, Master.
You’ll be ok.”
With a worried
look and eyes wide, he tried to speak, “He…He…” and another coughing fit seized
him, taking control of his body.
“Please, rest.
He’s gone, but you’ve weakened yourself further, you need to stay calm.”
Amcaro tried
to speak again, this time between breaths, his chest rising with each word.
“No…too weak…listen…to me...the Scepter…tell no one…show no one…Nareash…” A
sharp intake of breath and then his chest relaxed.
“No. I need you.
Please.” Elyse’s words trailed off. She knew her pleas were worthless. One Above, help me. She sat on the
floor, head in her hands as tears held in for weeks flowed. She wept for
everyone, the servants, the guardsmen, the High Mages, Amcaro, and even her
father. But most of all she wept for herself. She was alone again.
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Thanks again for the opportunity Derek!
Derek: No problem, Joshua. I hope you have very good luck with your novel. As I've said before, you'll need some patience and luck, and discipline to write more good books. I'm interested to see what kind of sales you experience over the next year, since you're doing pretty much what I did: short story followed by related novel. Good luck!
