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King of the Seditious Saving a Firoque Barmaid from Me
Blue Lark, Dread HideoutSavage sighed. Relieved to be back through the gates of the Blue Lark.And away from the demons for a while.He strode the inner courtyard. Hearing the haggling from the Trader’s Market to the side of the fortress. Women’s voices raising commandingly above the rest.That made a slow smile curve his lips. Dimurah’s barmaids are now some of the most vicious hagglers.Especially Adrea.Belline, the blonde, was usually too busy trying to peddle her other wares to worry about the Trader’s Market.He stepped into Winter’s Haven and smelled the aroma of fresh wood, ale and…Dimurah.I miss her scent when I’m away. He took it in like a drowning man’s first breath.Then he caught the acrid stench of something else. Cimmerii. His head whipped.A demon in The Haven?He proceeded into Winter’s Haven. Heading for his usual spot on the corner of the counter where he had the best vantage point to see the whole tavern. His eyes roved upward to see the high support beams. Quick
King of the Seditious Outwitted
Peak Mountain, Black Mountains, Battling BorderCHAVIAS“Chavias…” Radix, the Demon Master’s crooning voice called through the cavernous lair like a dark wind.The former Forever Knight rose from his sparse cot and walked to the barred door of his prison cell. “What?”“You should know…” Radix teetered side to side, his arms outspread like a child mimicking flight. “I’ve found your boy.”“Savage?”“But of course…” Radix’s arms dropped to his side, and he gave a toothy, triumphant grin. Revealing his pointed teeth overlapping each other to close the jaws of a wolf trap.“And?” Chavias asked. Feigning boredom as he turned and wandered back to sit on the side of his cot. Eyeing the dank stone floor between his feet.“Libby is already there. I’d hazard a guess she’ll get a chunk out of him before he makes her.”“I wouldn’t bet on that.” Chavias lifted his dark head. Black hair and beard catching bits of meager light as did his gray eyes to make them glint maliciously. “He’s the instincts o
King of the Seditious Forcing My Hand
He rounded to the back of the alehouse and saw Dimurah crossing the floating dock. Her green skirt flying as she drew near the back wall. Mounting her gelding near, the fortress’s back wall.She’d had someone ready her horse before she even stopped me. Savage’s eyes narrowed on her.The dark dress of the woman who ran behind her whipped in the wind. Dimurah pulling her arm to lead her.Dimurah smoothly mounted her gelding and pulled the other woman up behind her. That one turned to look back at him through eyes which turned black with a sparking orange rim.Demon eyes.There was another crash as the back door of Winter’s Haven slammed again.Dimurah’s bodyguards were pouring out the door behind her. Running for the front-gate.Two other men ran from the alehouse.She’d obviously summoned them all to help her.They’re going to meet her somewhere. But he didn’t have time to follow them.I need to get her away from the Firoque woman. Before the barmaid takes her straight to Radix, the De
King of the Seditious Travesties She'll Not Soon Forget
Savage figured it’d be a long time before she spoke to him again. If at all.He drew a steadying breath. Scooting backward until his back rested against a tree trunk. Knees drawn to his chest as he eyed the onyx blade he twirled between his fingers.A Cimmerii blade.Savage had found it tucked in the cimmerii woman’s skirts. Already unsheathed as she rested inches from Dimurah’s back. That left a bitter taste in his mouth.He recognized such a weapon. From Radix’s armory. Savage toyed with it. Recalling its sharpness. Remembering how they were both fierce and delicate.Like her. His eyes slid back to Dimurah.He asked himself how much he’d do for her. No answer came. And he realized that it was because there was no limit. I’d do anything for her.Another man walked over and slid down the trunk in a different direction. “You were right. That’s all of them.”Phalanx.“They didn’t even wake.” Chavias gestured to the bodyguards sleeping soundly in a circle around her. Somewhat disappointe
King of the Seditious Unwilling
Blue Lark Guild, Dread Country SAVAGE JAXSON It’d been two days of utter silence since they returned to the Blue Lark. She won’t speak me. Savage had, had it. I’m done with this silence. I’d prefer her ranting. Last night, Dimurah had served him at the counter in Winter’s Haven. He’d thought perhaps it would force some words from her. Force her to speak something to me. But she’d said nothing. Not a word. Won’t look at me. Won’t talk to me. *** He’d left quietly and waited until she was closing up. Returning to see if she’d offer some latenight conversation as she often had in the past. The Nauvree came and sat next to him. Despite that the barmaids were securing the shutters and turning the inside lock. He knew he and RedBayne were welcome here after closing. Both Savage and Dimurah had encour
King of the Seditious Unsettled
Peak Mountain, Black Mountains, Battling Border RADIX MALORUM “Leige?” Okine rushed into Radix’s den. “Yes?” Radix turned from the stone board laid out before him. Eyeing the pieces depicting kings and queens he already had in place throughout the country. His hands were linked behind his back. But he turned quickly enough that his worn gray robes whirled around him. Okine shrank a little as the Demon Master’s black eyes levelled on him. “There word Savage Boy leave woman unprotected.” “In the Guild?” “Yes, Leige.” “Send men to destroy her.” Radix began a slow toothy grin. His lips peeling too far up his face as he did. His eyes tingeing in the orange that revealed his true nature. Okine lowered his head in deference. Backing from the room as if even he was afraid to fully turn his back on his master. Further down the cavern halls, Chavias was pressed to the doo
King of the Seditious Monstrous
Adrea sent Joe in. But he still favored his crippled arm and was extraordinarily little help with anything other than clearing soiled tables. Somehow, Dimurah endured the evening. After carefully persuading the assassins out of Winter’s Haven for the night, she turned the lock with a relieved breath. But when she spun to put her back to the door, she was horrified to see three men had crept in the back door and now wove around the counter. Heading for her purposefully. “Stop!” She shouted. Lifting a staying hand. Acting as though they didn’t hear her, they descended. Faces dark and mouths slack with drink. She realized the danger she was in, but it was too late. She’d locked herself in. Twirling, she tried to flip the lock. But one man grabbed her ankles and flipped them out from under her. Making her land roughly on her stomach. Tossing her arms up to protect her face. He slid her back. Dragging her to the middle of the floor.
King of the Seditious Healing Touch
Dimurah felt the warmth of morning sunlight heating the cloth walls of the structure. “Yes, we’re in my tent.” He dismissed before she could rail at him for some alleged advances. “I’m glad.” She surprised him by saying. “I doubt I could’ve slept otherwise.” Bringing him to a dead stop. “What?” He deflated. Blinking blue eyes at her in shock. “I know I’m safe with you.” She looked away. “Then why order me away?” He roared. Tossing his arms. Sending men outside the tent scampering from the courtyard. In-case I emerge in a fury, no doubt. “You know why.” She murmured brokenly. Quoting the phrase, he so often told her. His head whipped to her in annoyance. Eyes narrowing. Damn her! “You order me away, rail at me, tell me I’m not what you want or need. Bid me tell everyone in this bloody encampment that you and yours are no longer under my protection despite that you know you’re
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King of the Seditious Let Her Go
“Too far!” Rhyers intervened. Coming from the lower parlor to step before Savage. Clearly furious. But Savage’s eyes were locked on Bast who’d clearly deflated at the words. His hand gripping the railing next to him, shook slightly. Drawing Savage’s keen eye. He could see the fury written over the green-eyed tracker who looked ready to do battle in Sebastian’s defense. I needed to see. Savage stomped down the slight pang rising through him. How does this news really effect him? Savage was watching Sebastian carefully. Bast looked unsteady. Color drained from his tanned skin, and he looked prepared to vomit. “It was my fault.” The words were barely audible, but Savage heard them. “What did you do?” “My magic bound her when our daughter needed her.” “Sounded like there would’ve been too many for her to take on anyway.” “There were!” Rhyers spat. Angry at Savage as he turned to lead Bast t
King of the Seditious Jaxson
WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country Savage was standing, still as a statue, in the shadowed foyer of WaterRose when Sebastian came down the steps. Gaze on the stairs, he wasn’t paying any attention until he glanced up and spotted Savage’s shadowed face and stopped midway down. “Jaxson?” Sebastian echoed that quiet stance. Like a buck posed in the morning light. Deciding if there was a threat at hand. The Kill Beads in Savage’s hair clinked as he looked up at him. “Nobody calls me that.” Most don’t even know it. How’d he find out? RedBayne or the Nauvree. He sussed out. Didn’t take much to guess that. “What would you have me call you?” Sebastian asked kindly. Savage was momentarily taken aback. It had been a long time since someone had asked him that. Since Chavias, to be specific. “It’s fine.” Savage would never have admitted it, but it w
King of the Seditious Kindred Spirits
“How was your night?” He queried. Couldn’t have been too bad. I smelled no blood or Cimmerii. Nor did I hear any unusual ruckus. And he’d been listening. “Not bad.” She slid her undergarments down her milky white legs. And crawled under his coverlet next to him. “How was the last fortnight?” “You know well it was fine. I had a minor argument.” “And?” He leaned up to look at her. How’d that go? “Your bodyguard handled it.” He explained. Phalanx. Of course, he did. Savage relaxed. “And the bartering?” “Shut up, Jax.” She slid atop him. Palms and breasts pressed to his chest. Her legs outside his. Her mouth brushing along one side of his jaw before moving on to the other as she trailed sensual little kisses along it. “Make love to me.” Absolutely! He lurched up and caught her in a vise grip. His mouth consuming hers as his tongue engaged in the wild dance with her
King of the Seditious Your Father
Why? “From whom?” “Your father.” The elf said before ducking back into the tower. Sebastian Bodane. “He’s not-” Savage objected reflexively. Maybe he is. I’ve no idea. He opted for silencing. Rotating he headed for the elaborately vined double doors, entering into the castle foyer. He entered the cold structure and immediately felt it was different. Eerily silent, darker and far less welcome than it had been before. He suspected it was all for the same reason. He paused looking around and saw not a single candle burned on the base or second floor. Candles in the sconces long cold. “He’s not here.” The feminine voice wafted down from the hall of the second floor. Savage looked up. Eyes glowing gold around the pupil. Luminescing in the dark so he could see. It’s her. The healer. “I’m not here for him.” Not this time anyway. Perhaps I’ll return another day to
King of the Seditious Orders
“But only Dreads float. Or demons. Or well, nothing good!” Phalanx added despite his vow not to discuss it further. “I wasn’t floating.” “But I saw you!” “I was flying. With her.” “Well,” Phalanx tossed his arms. Saying in a hushed voice. “suddenly that makes it okay then!” Savage gave him a sideways glance. Indicating he was getting annoyed. I should’ve heard him coming. “What exactly are you two doing?” Phalanx slowly turned to face the man confronting them. Savage rotated reflexively and snapped his head to meet the stranger’s blue-eyed glare. Who is he? Savage had never seen this one before. But he could instantly tell by the colored lights surrounding this man that he was one of them. He’s a Forever Knight. He’s with them. A quiet one. I thought only the Tracker could sneak up on me. “I came to see why he’s gathering you all here. What you’re prote
King of the Seditious Washed Clean
“Dimurah?” “Yes?” She blinked those pretty blue eyes at him. “If you’re going to ask me for something, there’s no need for flattery.” “I’m not, actually.” She sighed. “I just miss you when you’re gone.” “But you hate when I’m here.” “I do hate when you’re here.” She admitted. “I never know who you’re going to kill or when. Or what it’s going to do to my business.” He tilted his head in acknowledgement. She’s not wrong. I never know who or when I’m going to kill. “Should we go fly?” “We?” She gave him a chastising look. “I think you mean me.” “Do I?” Savage dressed. Putting back on his sleeveless padded tunic and black breeches and tugging on his boots before helping her do the laces on her green dress. Once she was clothed she caught his hand and began tugging him behind her. “This way.” “I know the way, Murah.” He laughed. But she was jogging. Pulling hi
King of the Seditious Wings
Giving Delacourt a swat that sent him to the stable where the stable boy would recognize him and properly tend him, Savage made his way straight to the pond. Circling around to the part where very few people went, he shucked his clothes and entered the water. The chilly bite of the water was a relief today instead of a startle. Pleasantly cool on my hot skin. “You’re back.” He popped his head up and saw Dimurah standing at the edge of the water. Her arms crossed. “What are you doing up so early?” She likes to sleep in since the alehouse runs late into the night. “How else do you suppose I bathe in this guild?” She gave him a half smile. “We’ve bathed together many times in the afternoon.” “Yes. When you’re here we can bathe anytime during the day and no one would bother us.” He frowned at the logic in it. “So, when you’re alone you come early?” She nodded. How many times has
King of the Seditious Samuel Marshall
“I’m so hungry. And I’m angry…” Samuel said as if considering the same thing himself. “But my friend…” The Tracker? “He likely won’t be your friend now, I’m afraid.” “I’m afraid of that too.” Samuel swayed backward and forward. But the Tracker can handle this mess for himself. Savage saw no danger to the girl as this man would have his most volatile reaction when he neared a Forever Knight. And if he was right and that was precisely where he was heading, both Samuel Marshall and Rhyers would soon be discover what Samuel was and if he was capable of fighting it. Unlikely. He’ll instinctively be driven to kill Rhyers. Well, he’s healed enough to defend himself. Savage shrugged and stepped from the man’s path. Not my problem. But Savage caught another smell. A more potent stink of rot intermingled with the sweaty smell of all the animals that had come to the river for drink. He
King of the Seditious Losses
Phalanx and the Seditious were partway across the glen but had begun to slow at the sight. There were shouts of objection and yelled threats. Savage’s gaze was fixated on Danbury who leisurely lifted the sword and hooked it under Savage’s throat. Notching his chin higher as he pressed the tip into Savage’s chorded throat. Savage felt the quick bite but was unblinking. “It’s a shame I can’t gut you here. After all you’ve done, it’d be the least warranted.” Danbury said in an enraged voice. Nearly shaking with the desire. You’re too afraid of Radix. Coward. Savage gave him a lopsided grin. Archers had climbed from the second carriage and more paid guard from the third. They all circled around him. Weapons at the ready. “Now whose outmanned?” Danbury taunted. “We shall see.” Savage said emotionlessly. It has yet to be determined. “Yea. We shall.” Danbury gloated as he sheathed his short sword and pulled h
