Fear not! There are more to come.
Here’s a sneak peak at the first book in the Kalorn Trilogy, Route of Veracity:
Words froze in Bianca’s mouth. Achan had that expression on his feline face—eyes large and round, jaw clenched, muscles tensed, and ears perked. He assumed this poise when he wanted to tell her something but dreaded her reaction.
“Slap me with it fast; it’s easier that way.”
His head fell in chagrin. “I failed you.”
She blinked, thinking she must have misheard him. “What?”
He averted his eyes. “Check your head.”
With a bit of nervousness, she ran her fingers through her hair and brushed something hard. “What…oh. A tiara?” The gravity of the situation struck when she tried to remove it and failed. “Please tell me this isn’t a Din’Gifom.” Achan would never allow her magic to be nullified.
Yet he nodded. “I-I’m sorry.”
Her heart began to race. She tried levitating the blanket—nothing. Breathing faster, she attempted telepathy, but that failed as well. When she gazed around the room and was unable to focus on the energy shield surrounding it, she jumped out of bed.
She struggled to rip it off, gripping the crystal piece with both hands and pulling despite the daggers of pain the motion caused. A nasty current of electricity assaulted her, sending her to her knees. Tears and tremors clouded Achan’s form as spasms controlled her muscles and arms fell from weakness. “Get it off!”
A plaintive cry, a yowl of remorse escaped him, his mouth opened wide and his head shaking with enough ferocity that it seemed as if it would roll from his shoulders. “I can’t!”
“Achan, I can’t continue without magic!” She clamped her eyelids, creating a waterfall of tears. This couldn’t be happening to her; it had to be a joke.
He lifted a paw, his expression wounded. “Do you really think I would find this funny?”
She attempted to speak and almost choked. After several deep breaths, she made another attempt. “No. I—who placed this, Achan? Who would do something so terrible?”
“Vonnal.”
She stared at him, hopelessness smothering her. “Why, Achan? Why?”
His gaze averted, he crept to the edge of the bed. “I wish I could tell you. The reasoning has my mind spinning, searching for an answer. Nothing makes sense.”
“And only he can take it off?”
“Right.”
She took a deep, trembling breath. “Do you know where he is?” With effort, she settled beside him.
“No.” His head fell again. “I’m sorry, Binc. I failed.”
She pulled him to her lap. As much as the situation terrified her, seeing him in a depressed state made everything worse. “You would never allow anything to happen to me if you could prevent it. What happened?”
He remained aloof at first but slowly melted into her arms. “An unexpected attack. No warning.”
“Ah. That makes sense.” She stroked his soft fur as she struggled with her dilemma. “What are we going to do? I can’t reach the oracle like this, and standing before him without magic would be stupid.”
“I agree facing him is an extremely bad idea right now. I think you should continue to the tower.”
“Not to bring back to life an old argument, but it’s too dangerous. I’m without any defense—a lamb in a field riddled with coyotes.”
He rested his head on her leg and sighed. “I’m here for you, but I can understand if you’re uncomfortable with this failure.”
“None of that, please.” She lifted him from her lap, kissed his brow and placed him beside her. “I trust you as I always have, which is equivalent to an infant trusting her father.” She stood and swayed. Tears welled.
He wrinkled his nose. “You think of me as a father?”
“Nope; I believe I’m an infant.” It was meant as a joke to ease tension, but she did feel like a newborn cub. She looked at Achan, her guardian and friend through pleading eyes. “This is a lot for me. Promise you’ll stay with me. Please.”
“I promise.”
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