Guardians of the Lost
“His hands lost all feeling, went numb. Tremors shook his body, his mouth dried, his tongue felt swollen. The Vrykyl of Jessan’s nightmares walked toward him, his black-armored hand extended.
“The Stone,” said a voice that splintered inside Jessan, sent shards of pain shooting through him. “I know you have it. I will find it if I have to sift through your living brain until you reveal it to me.”
Jessan could have told the truth, that he didn’t have the Stone, that Bashae carried it. He would never do so. Fear gnawed his bones, but it couldn’t consume his heart. For generations, the Trevenici have watched over the pecwae, the small, gentle people who rely on the stronger humans. It was then, in that moment of terror, that Jessan’s true name came to him. He might never have the chance to speak that name aloud, nor hear others do so. No one would ever know it. No one but him. At least he would die having achieved his name.
Defender.
Gripping the blood knife, Jessan gave a ragged cry and l...unged at his foe.MoreLess
“The Stone,” said a voice that splintered inside Jessan, sent shards of pain shooting through him. “I know you have it. I will find it if I have to sift through your living brain until you reveal it to me.”
Jessan could have told the truth, that he didn’t have the Stone, that Bashae carried it. He would never do so. Fear gnawed his bones, but it couldn’t consume his heart. For generations, the Trevenici have watched over the pecwae, the small, gentle people who rely on the stronger humans. It was then, in that moment of terror, that Jessan’s true name came to him. He might never have the chance to speak that name aloud, nor hear others do so. No one would ever know it. No one but him. At least he would die having achieved his name.
Defender.
Gripping the blood knife, Jessan gave a ragged cry and l...unged at his foe.MoreLess
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