Taste of Darkness (An Avry of Kazan Novel - Book 3) by Maria V. Snyder Read Free Book Online Page B

awaking Estrid and still needs to awaken her staff of about twenty people? He won’t have the strength to do them all.”
    His shoulders drooped. “Why didn’t you tell me about that?”
    “You were too busy being all ‘no, you’re not going and I’ve spoken’ about it.”
    “And you were too busy being all defiant. You could have explained.”
    “I could have.”
    He studied me for a moment. “Except I was too busy putting my foot down instead of asking you why.”
    “That’s what I just said.”
    “Yes, but without the sarcasm.” He rubbed both hands over his face. “Now I understand what Kerrick had to deal with all those months. You’re exasperating.”
    “Thank you.” Kerrick’s name sent a jab of pain deep into my chest, but I kept it from showing on my face.
    Dropping his arms, Ryne just shook his head. “Okay, you can accompany the offensive. I’ll make it work.”
    “Good. And just so you know, if Flea and I go, then—”
    “The monkeys will insist on going, too. Got it.”
    Another thought occurred to me. “What happens if word gets back to Cellina that Estrid and her staff have been reanimated? Do we want to tip our hand now or wait?”
    “Excellent question. I debated the very same thing. In the end, I need Estrid. Her acolytes have been effective in recruiting soldiers for her army, and there are a number of her companies that have refused to join my forces. Hundreds of fighters have fled back to Ozero Realm and we need them.”
    Unpleasant memories of my encounter with High Priest Chane in Mengels played in my mind. His men had tried to ambush me. “The acolytes use strong-arm methods and outright kidnapping to recruit people. Do you really want to resort to that?”
    “Of course not. Which is why we need the High Priestess. Only an order from Estrid will change their methods. Plus she amassed a rather large army and could again. If Tohon hadn’t used his dead soldiers to trap them, he would have had a hard time defeating them.”
    “But they fight in the name of the creator.”
    “I don’t care if they fight in the name of broccoli. The goal remains the same.”
    True. I considered. “What happens if our combined forces conquer Cellina and High Priestess Estrid decides she wants to be in charge?”
    “You mean you don’t want to become an acolyte?” Ryne faked horror.
    “It’s those garish red robes. The color clashes with my hair.” I flicked an auburn strand from my face.
    “Now, now. The creator frowns on vanity.”
    “And on laughter, joy, music, dancing... Basically all forms of fun. Oh, and on sex, too. The creator’s a dour deity. However, you’re evading the question.”
    “I am?”
    “Ryne, talk or I’ll zap you.”
    All humor dropped as he gaped at me for a moment. “Will you?”
    “Are you crazy? I was just kidding.”
    “I know, but I’ve been curious about your healing powers. There’s no record of that defensive move you’ve used in my book on magic. I’d like to feel it for myself.”
    Remembering the attack at the infirmary, I hugged my chest. “Unfortunately, it’s not a secret any longer.” I explained about the head-to-toe covering they wore. My magic only worked if I touched skin.
    “Still it would be useful to know the extent of the pain.”
    “You are crazy.”
    “Please.”
    Low blow. “All right, but answer my question first or I won’t zap you.” Did I really just say that? The situation had turned unreal.
    Ryne smiled, acknowledging the twisted logic. “If Estrid desires power beyond her Realm of Ozero, then I will stop her. I promised Kerrick that I would return our world to its preplague state—with all Fifteen Realms thriving and prospering. Once that’s accomplished, I’ll retreat to Ivdel and assume my place as its king.”
    A heck of a to-do list. And it explained why he hadn’t assumed the title. Impressed, I studied Ryne. Intensity burned from his hazel eyes. Kerrick had utter faith in this man, which meant I