The Dragon's Secret (The Fay Morgan Chronicles Book 2) by Katherine Sparrow Read Free Book Online Page A

and their quest.

 
     
     
     
     
    11
    The Bro-quest
    I started spinning and weaving a spell that would be these men’s end. Killing people was easy. It was one of the more elemental things that magic could do, and what I planned to do to them? It needed no nuance.
    “Immortal?” Adam voice drifted up from below me. “That’s a tall quest, man.”
    “You want to know how we’ve been working on it? I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you both. Just kidding. It doesn’t matter what you know.” Something nasty lay beneath his voice.
    “We started by analyzing big data.” He paused and spread his arms wide and made his legs go wider as though his testicles were expanding. “Millions of terabytes of data. That’s when we hit our first problem finding the Grail.”
    The Grail. My mind pulsed with repressed memories, wanting to go back to that time: to remember more of it. I fought a wave of pain and nausea as I forced the memories away. I dropped some of the strands of the magic I pulled up from within me. Focus , I willed myself, as I started to make my death spell again.
    One of the other men below me added, “The Grail’s trail went cold eleven hundred years ago. I mean, we researched the hell out of it, but there was just nothing. No word of it.”
    I glared at him as I pulled up thick strands of hate and loathing from the deep wells within me. I tied them together with the red string of rage.
    Another man added, “So we had to reverse-engineer it. You think Grail and you think Camelot, the round table, and all that, right? So the next question was, who’s still around from that time? Dragons, of course. We found out the great dragon of Wales was living large in the middle of Greenland in the secret Dragon Nation. Before we even went, we figured out how we could trap him. Tricky.”
    “Really tricky,” another added. “We had to get a relic. Not easy. Good thing we had a bunch of magicians at our service, who kept dying, but oh well. So we got the relic and went to the Dragon Nation. So epic. They explode with fire when you cut their heads off, even the ones who look human. We got our dragon.” He pointed to the closed door that led to the other room of the warehouse.
    The man with the nasally voice said, “Our dragon is on the Welsh flag. He’s the most famous dragon in the history of dragons and we control him. He’s our bitch.”
    Lila laughed like she didn’t believe any of this. She fidgeted where she sat, and I think she realized that leaving this place would be no simple act.
    “That’s sick, man,” Adam said lightly. “You saying dragons are real? Can I touch one?”
    “If you want to be immolated, be my guest. He’s already made burnt marshmallows out of two of us. We control him, but we can’t get too close.”
    A new and powerful wave of magic pulsed out of the room I couldn’t see into. It was Merlin’s magic this time. It filled the air with a spicy, peppery scent and distracted me from my own spell again.
    I gritted my teeth and turned my attention fully inward, blocking out any noise, smell, or magic as I worked quickly and pulled up sticky-black stagnation magic from a dark well and aligned it with an equal amount of despair, spinning them together. I wove in smaller strands of boredom and exhaustion with my other strands, and let all of them get muddled together as I made blood knot after blood knot with them. Finally, it sat within me, potent and ugly. Now that it was made, I had to put it into some object that would be a good vector to kill them. Something large and dark. I pulled off my black felted cape, and fed the bitter spell into it. I had the urge to drop the thing as soon as it was made: to have nothing more to do with it. But it still needed a couple of minutes for the spell to coalesce.
    The men below me blathered on.
    “So we got our dragon. Come on, that has to be on anyone’s bucket list. You know what he told us? That King Arthur never even came close