All Chapters of Warrior of the Way: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"And who is Pux?""The one you tossed so carelessly down," the first gnome shouted as he wobbled into the living room. "I'm Pux, you lummox, and I'll be asking you to be more careful with how you treat me.""Well, Pux, you shouldn't break into people's homes if you don't wish to be thrown around. It's not polite." Crossing his arms, Rhychard stared down at the little man. "And just what were you doing in my bed?"The gnome shoved his hands onto his hips and stared right back at Rhychard, unafraid. "My job, that's what."Rhychard turned back to the Lore Master Apprentice, staring at him with a questioning arch of his eyebrow. Famallumi shrugged, just as clueless as everyone else in the room, it appeared."Aren't you supposed to know all this stuff being a Lore Master and all?" Rhychard asked. Rhychard heard Kree moving onto the porch.Famallumi held one finger up in the air. "Apprentice. Lore Master Apprentice. Master Taryen hasn't given me permission yet to study everything." He shrug

Brice Financial was only about twenty minutes away, and as they went, Rhychard, sensing that Trace no longer wanted to talk about his new flame, filled Trace in on everything that had happened in the two weeks since they last saw each other. It seemed unreal to the Warrior that it had only been that long. It seemed like forever ago that the war at Feather Lakes took place, changing people's lives forever. The story was longer in the telling than Rhychard realized and the two men sat in the cab of the truck outside Brice Financial as Rhychard finished his tale. He told him everything from Renny's ghost to how the flames were an attack from Mephalus from within the Guardian Sword to try and subvert Rhychard and take possession of his body. He shared how Kendalais took him through the Brintohar and how the other Warriors, whose souls dwelt inside the sword, aided him in defeating Mephalus and bound him inside the sword. From there he told of Buttercup's reunion with her sister and how she

Renny turned back to Buttercup, and Rhychard could see the challenge in her eyes. "No offense, but why would Adrian want to kill a prostitute?"Buttercup lifted her eyebrows. "What? I'm not worth killing?" Rhychard gave Buttercup another look, and she simmered down—a little. "Pastor Adrian had me sleeping with men so that he could blackmail them. That's how he's been able to accomplish everything he has at his precious church.""That's true, Renny," Rhychard said. "You can ask David Morsetti if you don't believe me.""She slept with David?" Renny's voice was a mixture of shock and disgust."No, actually it was David who convinced her to quit doing what Adrian wanted. That's why Adrian wants her dead." Between them, Rhychard and Buttercup explained her role in Adrian's subterfuge and how they rescued her that Saturday at the lake. That tale led them to an explanation of Vargas, the Void, and how the Unseelie were trying to open a Gateway into their city. As the story progressed, Tryna a

Rhychard didn't believe what he was looking at, or why Officer Rochester brought him out there to look at it. "It's a carving of a man, all right. And you said it's made out of a banana tree?" He looked up at Mark as he asked. It was the perfect rendition of a man's full body with great detail in the carving, including the tears running down the cheeks of the carved face. Even the hair on the head had explicit detail, including a few strands bent out of shape. "Who did this?"Mark shook his head as he looked down to where Rhychard knelt, examining the statue. "Your guess is as good as mine, but the carving isn't the truly odd part. Or, at least, not all of it. This is an exact replication of the man who lives here, a…" he glanced at his notebook, which he held in his right hand, "Taylor Morgan." He glanced back at Rhychard. "The only parts of the carving that don't match the pictures we have of Taylor are the two puncture marks on the left side of his neck, like...." The look on his fa

Laci stood on the sidewalk, staring at the house in front of her. She could feel her heart thudding in her ears, her breathing coming in heavy pants as she felt the panic coursing through her. The house needed painting; it's once bright sun yellow now a dim, faded glow. It's landscape also needed a green thumb, weeds needed pulling, branches trimmed, and the yard edged. The windows needed cleaning as well. It was almost like the place had been lost in time, even though people still lived there. How could they let it fall apart like this when her father spent so much time taking care of it?She could see the soft glow of a lamp from behind the sheers in the front window, telling her that someone was here. With another deep breath, she continued to stand there, staring at the house, the home of her youth. So many lost memories she would never recapture. Her father was forever lost to her, never knowing his baby girl didn't runaway on purpose, that she was dragged into an evil life to sav