Bücher online kostenlos Kostenlos Online Lesen
The Dragon Nimbus Novels: Volume III: Volume III

The Dragon Nimbus Novels: Volume III: Volume III

Titel: The Dragon Nimbus Novels: Volume III: Volume III Kostenlos Bücher Online Lesen
Autoren: Irene Radford
Vom Netzwerk:
repelled. Neither he nor Robb had been able to tap into their energy for more than the most rudimentary spells.
    The summons spell had not exited the walls.
    “What does talent or lack of it have to do with escape?” Marcus wormed his way up the wall a little higher. His right foot slipped just as he shifted his balance to move his other foot. Rough stone rasped his palms and cheek while he scrabbled for a better position. “ S’murghit! That stings.” His breath whistled through his clenched teeth.
    Time was, he could set his mind to any task, and luck would carry him through to the end. He always found a way to come through unscathed no matter how difficult or dangerous the chore.
    Robb bore a number of scars from their adventures. They enhanced his rugged appeal. Marcus had no scars to blemish his fair skin and lithe body—yet.
    Doggedly he climbed higher, doing his best to ignore the painful scrapes that made him want to curl his fingers tightly over the wounds.
    “This would be a lot easier if the builders had put in a parapet and walkway for guards or lookouts. This exterior wall must have been added for protection after the main building was constructed,” Marcus mused rather than think about his luck and his magic draining away.
    “We must consider the possibility that this monastery was converted to a prison for rogue magicians at the end of the Great Wars of Disruption.” Robb continued his lecture. “If such were the case, then the Commune would need a powerful spell to keep the criminals in. Something in the nature of the magical border around Coronnan. Until recently it prevented enemies and undesirables from entering the country.”
    “Flawed logic, Robb. The border broke down when the number of dragons that supplied our magic decreased. When Shayla flew away and took her mates with her, the border dissolved completely. Why didn’t this spell?” He didn’t want to think what kind of sorcery kept the dragons in SeLenicca. Who could be stronger than a dragon?
    Robb made no reply. A quick glance over his shoulder told Marcus that his friend’s eyes crossed almost to opposite sockets as he stroked his beard.
    “Another puzzle that I must think on,” Robb replied after several moments.
    “If you don’t let your eyes straighten out, Robb, they will remain crossed forever,” he chided his friend.
    Robb apparently didn’t hear him, but remained deep in contemplation.
    Marcus reached higher. His shoulders and back ached and his face burned from the previous scrape. If he didn’t have an audience, he just might give up and go find a dark corner where he could vent his frustration by stomping a few of the monstrous spiders that thrived in this place. Then he’d nurse his hurts in private.
    He edged closer to the top of the wall where it joined the taller gatehouse tower.
    At last his left hand clutched the rounded top. Then he pushed high enough to fling his right arm over the top stone and brace his weight. A shout of triumph burst out of his laboring lungs.
    It died before it passed his lips. Magical power jolted up his arm to his neck and head. His ears rang and a numbness grew in his head. The blankness spread and he lost his grip. He couldn’t find the other wall with his back. His feet went slack.
    He knew he fell, but he couldn’t feel a thing.
    He did hear Robb droning on about his theory of how one would create such an enduring protective spell that would not disintegrate with the loss of the dragons.
    “That s’murghin’ containment spell is killing my luck,” Marcus cursed.

    These men who seek to steal my power are either too stubborn for their own health or too stupid to survive. They have not responded to the dreams of portent I sent them, nor to the subtle persuasion of a kardiaquake. I must think anew. I have time. I am not going anywhere.

    “Your Grace?” Jack hissed to King Darville and Queen Rossemikka from the cover of a flowering shrub in the queen’s private garden.
    The king stopped quickly, gaze darting for the source the whisper. His hand reached for the ceremonial short sword he always wore on his right hip.
    Queen Mikka’s fingers arched away from the arm of her husband that she had clung to as they walked. She opened her mouth in a silent hiss, revealing small pointed teeth. Her eyes narrowed, and the pupils showed as definite vertical slits. Jack suspected that her back arched as well and the hairs on her neck stood up. But her richly textured gown

Weitere Kostenlose Bücher