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Jaxom had ordered a true road created through the dense woods to the now burgeoning town of Chams’dell. In the palace, workers rebuilt falling walls and replaced rotting beams with freshly cut wood from the Teriken Forest. Once empty streets now thronged with people, and many run-down buildings had been restored to their former glory. The city itself had undergone dramatic changes. He still felt strange taking things from others, but Celia, who had taken on the role of steward, assured him this was how things must be done if they were to support a growing city. The crops they owed to Jaxom fed those who could not yet afford to feed themselves, as well as the city’s growing number of soldiers. The displaced farmers had just enough time to gather a small harvest to feed the growing population. This system worked especially well with the farmland surrounding the city. Those who could not afford to buy outright borrowed from the kingdom, agreeing to give over half their earnings until the debt was paid.

Terika had become home to those people, who bought houses, businesses, and trade shops, trying to rebuild their lives. His brother had been right about the influx of refugees fleeing the war-torn kingdoms and Or’Keer’s rise to power. Becoming lord of this city, which they had named Terika for the vast forest surrounding it, and ruling in Corin’s name, had been time consuming. Opportunities for solitude had been severely lacking since the last battle with the Southerners. As he walked down the empty torch-lit hall, he enjoyed the privacy of this part of the palace. Gathering up the stones, he placed them in a small pouch at his belt before heading out the door of the small workroom. He said Jaxom had known instinctually, a gift from his lineage, what type of enchantment would take hold in the blade. Alimar had insisted that it was more than luck. During that lesson, Alimar made a comment on how impressed he was with Jaxom’s sword, but Jaxom now knew he had been very lucky in creating its enchantment. Jaxom had been surprised to discover that the shape and material of the object were an important part of how successful completing the enchantment was. The enchantment was one of the skills Alimar had taught him over the past few months. After three hours of work, the stones could now animate four risen without the need for a death mage to provide a constant flow of magic. When he was finished, he replaced the stone then took a step back, looking over the row of four identical, chestnut-sized stones. Melding the power, he willed it to take form, creating a loop that drew more energy into itself then emitting that power back out. He knew time was passing but was only vaguely aware of it, concentrating solely on the task before him.

Focusing his thoughts, he directed all the power he now contained into the small object. The stone’s many black surfaces shimmering in the candlelight. Picking it up, he ran his fingers along the hexagonal shape. Jaxom focused his eyes on a small stone that laid upon the wooden table in front of him.

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His black shirt clung to his skin as the damp air soaked through the cloth.

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He could see every crack and dimple in the grey stone of the walls, feel the cold draft rising from the floor beneath his boots. The power of death flowed from the room, a calming force that filled his body with its strength and sharpened his senses. I can never repay you for everything you have done, and I hope you never realize how much better you can do than me. You have been there since the beginning, telling me it was okay to follow my dreams. Without the express written permission of the publisherĮxcept for the use of brief quotations in a book review.įor my wife, who has never stopped believing in me. May not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever

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