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and again they bumped into
each other, sometimes by accident, sometimes not, and every touch
sent a thrill through Ridmark. He wanted to pull her close and kiss
her more than he had ever wanted anything, but he would not
dishonor her and her father.
Though if he found her alone, perhaps in a stairwell
or a corridor, he would dare a kiss. And if she did not slap him,
he would dare another.
The song ended, and a smattering of applause went
through the hall. Ridmark and Aelia stepped apart and bowed to each
other. She looked at his belt and frowned.
“What’s that?” she said.
For an excruciating moment Ridmark wondered if his
body had betrayed him into embarrassment, and then realized she was
talking about something else.
About his soulblade.
Pale white light leaked from the edges of the
scabbard.
His embarrassment turned into alarm, and he slid
Heartwarden a few inches from its scabbard. A soulstone had been
embedded in the blade above the crosspiece. It looked like a chunk
of rough white crystal, but it was the source of the blade’s
magic.
“It’s glowing,” said Aelia.
Ridmark shook his head. “It only does that when I
draw upon its power, or…”
Or when creatures of dark magic were near.
“My lord Dux!” shouted Ridmark, his voice cutting
through the hall.
Gareth saw his blade and rose from his chair. Ridmark
saw that the other Swordbearers in attendance had drawn their
soulblades, their soulstones also shining with a pale white
light.
“My lords and knights!” said Gareth. “Defend
yourselves! There are foes among us.”
There was no panic. Everyone in the room had lived
through kobold or orcish raids, and knew what to do. The men drew
their swords or lifted maces. The women hurried to take the
children and the servants in hand, leading them towards the
chapel.
The doors to the great hall swung open with a groan.
Torchlight blazed in the courtyard outside, but Ridmark heard no
signs of alarm.
A tall figure in a long red coat stood in the
doorway, his shadow falling into the hall.
Follow this link to continue reading Frostborn:
The First Quest (http://www.jonathanmoeller.com/writer/?page_id=4439) .
***
Other books by the author
The Demonsouled Saga
MAZAEL CRAVENLOCK is a wandering knight, fearless in
battle and masterful with a sword.
Yet he has a dark secret. He is Demonsouled, the son
of the ancient and cruel Old Demon, and his tainted blood grants
him superhuman strength and speed. Yet with the power comes
terrible, inhuman rage, and Mazael must struggle to keep the fury
from devouring him.
But he dare not turn aside from the strength of his
blood, for he will need it to face terrible foes.
The priests of the San-keth plot and scheme in the
shadows, pulling lords and kingdoms upon their strings. The serpent
priests desire to overthrow the realms of men and enslave humanity.
Unless Mazael stops them, they shall force all nations to bow
before the serpent god.
The Malrag hordes are coming, vast armies of
terrible, inhuman beasts, filled with a lust for cruelty and
torment. The Malrags care nothing for conquest or treasure, only
slaughter. And the human realms are ripe for the harvest. Only a
warrior of Mazael’s power can hope to defeat them.
The Dominiar Order and the Justiciar Order were once
noble and respected, dedicated to fighting the powers of dark
magic. Now they are corrupt and cynical, and scheme only for power
and glory. They will kill anyone who stands in their way.
To defeat these foes, Mazael will need all the
strength of his Demonsouled blood.
Yet he faces a far more terrible foe.
For centuries the Old Demon has manipulated kings and
lords. Now he shall seize the power of the Demonsouled for himself,
and become the a god of torment and tyranny.
Unless Mazael can stop him.
Read Demonsouled (http://www.jonathanmoeller.com/writer/?page_id=880) for free.
Mazael's adventures continue in Soul of
Tyrants (http://www.jonathanmoeller.com/writer/?page_id=911), Soul
of
each other, sometimes by accident, sometimes not, and every touch
sent a thrill through Ridmark. He wanted to pull her close and kiss
her more than he had ever wanted anything, but he would not
dishonor her and her father.
Though if he found her alone, perhaps in a stairwell
or a corridor, he would dare a kiss. And if she did not slap him,
he would dare another.
The song ended, and a smattering of applause went
through the hall. Ridmark and Aelia stepped apart and bowed to each
other. She looked at his belt and frowned.
“What’s that?” she said.
For an excruciating moment Ridmark wondered if his
body had betrayed him into embarrassment, and then realized she was
talking about something else.
About his soulblade.
Pale white light leaked from the edges of the
scabbard.
His embarrassment turned into alarm, and he slid
Heartwarden a few inches from its scabbard. A soulstone had been
embedded in the blade above the crosspiece. It looked like a chunk
of rough white crystal, but it was the source of the blade’s
magic.
“It’s glowing,” said Aelia.
Ridmark shook his head. “It only does that when I
draw upon its power, or…”
Or when creatures of dark magic were near.
“My lord Dux!” shouted Ridmark, his voice cutting
through the hall.
Gareth saw his blade and rose from his chair. Ridmark
saw that the other Swordbearers in attendance had drawn their
soulblades, their soulstones also shining with a pale white
light.
“My lords and knights!” said Gareth. “Defend
yourselves! There are foes among us.”
There was no panic. Everyone in the room had lived
through kobold or orcish raids, and knew what to do. The men drew
their swords or lifted maces. The women hurried to take the
children and the servants in hand, leading them towards the
chapel.
The doors to the great hall swung open with a groan.
Torchlight blazed in the courtyard outside, but Ridmark heard no
signs of alarm.
A tall figure in a long red coat stood in the
doorway, his shadow falling into the hall.
Follow this link to continue reading Frostborn:
The First Quest (http://www.jonathanmoeller.com/writer/?page_id=4439) .
***
Other books by the author
The Demonsouled Saga
MAZAEL CRAVENLOCK is a wandering knight, fearless in
battle and masterful with a sword.
Yet he has a dark secret. He is Demonsouled, the son
of the ancient and cruel Old Demon, and his tainted blood grants
him superhuman strength and speed. Yet with the power comes
terrible, inhuman rage, and Mazael must struggle to keep the fury
from devouring him.
But he dare not turn aside from the strength of his
blood, for he will need it to face terrible foes.
The priests of the San-keth plot and scheme in the
shadows, pulling lords and kingdoms upon their strings. The serpent
priests desire to overthrow the realms of men and enslave humanity.
Unless Mazael stops them, they shall force all nations to bow
before the serpent god.
The Malrag hordes are coming, vast armies of
terrible, inhuman beasts, filled with a lust for cruelty and
torment. The Malrags care nothing for conquest or treasure, only
slaughter. And the human realms are ripe for the harvest. Only a
warrior of Mazael’s power can hope to defeat them.
The Dominiar Order and the Justiciar Order were once
noble and respected, dedicated to fighting the powers of dark
magic. Now they are corrupt and cynical, and scheme only for power
and glory. They will kill anyone who stands in their way.
To defeat these foes, Mazael will need all the
strength of his Demonsouled blood.
Yet he faces a far more terrible foe.
For centuries the Old Demon has manipulated kings and
lords. Now he shall seize the power of the Demonsouled for himself,
and become the a god of torment and tyranny.
Unless Mazael can stop him.
Read Demonsouled (http://www.jonathanmoeller.com/writer/?page_id=880) for free.
Mazael's adventures continue in Soul of
Tyrants (http://www.jonathanmoeller.com/writer/?page_id=911), Soul
of
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