The Desert Spear

straights twice now, but the third would be the deepest cut, damning her to the very life he sought to escape after she had worked so hard to save his.
    What could the embrace of the Core offer that hers could not?

    Renna’s throat was hoarse from screaming when the mist seeped back up from the ground and began to take Arlen’s form. She laughed through her tears and nearly choked. It seemed only a moment ago that he was as good as cored and she expecting no better, but now suddenly every demon in the area was dead, the night hauntingly quiet as she and Arlen stared at each other. The mind demon’s magic feedback had been intense, and Renna’s senses felt more alive than they ever had in her life. She practically crackled with energy, and her heart was pounding like a Jongleur’s hand drums. Arlen glowed so intensely he hurt to look at.
    “Dancer,” Arlen breathed suddenly, breaking the silence. He ran to his horse.
    “Broke a lot of bones,” Renna said sadly. “Ent never gonna run again, even if he makes it through. Da would say to put him down.”
    “To the Core with anything your da would have done!” Arlen growled. Renna felt his pain like a slap in the face, and knew in that moment how much he loved the horse. She knew what it was like, when an animal was your only friend in the world. She wished he could love her half so much.
    “Wounds’ve stopped bleeding,” she noted. “Must’ve taken some magic off that changing demon before he was struck.”
    “Mimic,” Arlen said. “They’re called mimics.”
    “How d’you know?” Renna asked.
    “Learned a lot, when I touched the coreling prince’s mind,” Arlen said. He reached out, gripping one of the stallion’s broken legs and pulling the bones straight. Holding them in place with one powerful hand, he drew a ward in the air with the other.
    He grunted in pain, but the ward flared and the bones knit before her eyes. One by one, Arlen tended the horse’s wounds, but as Twilight Dancer began to breathe comfortably, Arlen’s own breath began to labor. His magic, so bright a moment ago, was dimming rapidly. Already it was darker than she had ever seen it.
    She touched his shoulder, and felt a flash of pain as some of her own magic flowed into him. He gasped and looked up at her.
    “Enough,” she whispered, and he nodded.

    The Painted Man looked at Renna and felt a profound sense of guilt.
    “I’m sorry, Ren,” he said.
    Renna looked at him curiously. “Sorry for what?”
    “Turned my back on you once when we were young, leaving you to Harl so I could chase demons,” he said. “And then tonight, I did it again.”
    But Renna shook her head. “Felt that demon in my head. Felt it slither into me worse ’n Da ever could. It was pure evil, straight from the Core. Killing that monster was worth more ’n a thousand Renna Tanners.”
    The Painted Man reached out and touched her cheek, his eyes unreadable.
    “Thought so before,” he said, “but now I ent so sure.”
    “I ent takin’ back my promise,” Renna said. “If this is your life, then I aim to support it like a proper wife should. No matter what.”
    Dawn was approaching, and the Core called to the Painted Man still, but it was a distant thing now, easily ignored. Because of her. Because with Renna he finally remembered who he was. The words came easily to him.
    “I, Arlen Bales, promise myself to you, Renna Tanner.”

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

    The Desert Spear
is by far the longest and most challenging work I’ve ever attempted. Weaving eight active POV characters into a cohesive story stretched my feeble mind quite thin, and I could not have managed it without the support of my friends and family and, most of all, my test readers, who took the time to read the book in its early stages and offer the criticism and advice that helped evolve it into the story you hold in your hands. Thank you to: Myke, Matt, Dani, Stacy, Amelia, Jay, Mom, Denise, Cobie, Jon, Nancy, Sue, my agent Joshua, my editors Anne & Emma, my copy editor Laura, my international publishers & translators, and all the fans of the first book who took the time to write to me and give me encouragement as I struggled to make
The Desert Spear
my best work even as the rest of my life was turning upside down with a new baby and career. Thank you, all. You mean the world to me.