The Kingdom of Eternal Sorrow (The Golden Mage Book 1) by C.G. Garcia Read Free Book Online

they were everywhere ,
slowly closing in on her as if they meant to devour her.
    She seemed to be standing in a vacuum of darkness with the only source
of light being those dancing lights and the light radiating from herself. She
could hear their mocking laughter surrounding her as if it were wisps of fog
ready to squeeze the warmth from her body.
    It didn’t take long for their persistent ridicule to finally anger her
enough to banish most of her fear and to rush at the nearest dancing light, the
energy emitted by her body glowing more fiercely, her mind focused on one
thing—to destroy it. God, she had never felt so alive !
    However, before she could reach the offending light, the dream suddenly
faded, and Allison awakened to the unfamiliar sensation of something incredibly
soft enveloping her entire body. Disoriented, she tried to remember where she
was. She only knew that the bed she was sleeping in was not her own. It was
simply too comfortable.
    Then, as sleep gradually left her foggy mind and remnants of her
strange dream returned to her, she suddenly recalled the brilliant rip of light
that had sucked her into its realm of madness and the strange forest that she
had found herself in after her terrifying experience moving through that
colorful realm of light. Had that been real?
    Her eyes instantly flew open, and what she saw made her heart freeze.
    A strange man loomed over her, staring down at her with a mixture of
curiosity and wariness evident on his face, but that was not what made her
heart begin to race in sudden fear.
    He didn’t look altogether human .
    He had a mop of hair as white as newly fallen snow that fell in soft
waves to the top of his shoulders, hair that should have belonged to an old
man, but this man’s face was smooth, young. He was no older than mid-to-late
twenties, surely. His eyes were a strange, but beautiful, pale-violet that she
had never seen on another human being—not even with colored contacts. His skin
was only a shade or two darker than his hair, as pale as any albino’s skin. He
was not incredibly tall, about six feet, but he still appeared to tower over
her like a giant out of myth.
    His clothes looked as if he had just stepped out of the pages of a
history book describing the fashions of the past. He wore a long, full-sleeved
shirt the same color as his hair of a material that resembled silk but cast off
a brighter luster. It was laced together in the center with laces that seemed
to have been coated in real gold. Small jewels that appeared to be diamonds,
sapphires, rubies, and emeralds adorned the cuffs of the shirt, as well as the
shoulders and collar.
    A cape of silky sapphire edged in gold fell down his back to come to
rest a couple of inches above the floor. It fastened around his neck by a gold
and sapphire brooch in the shape of a teardrop more beautiful than any piece of
jewelry Allison had ever seen.
    The breeches he wore were of the same sapphire blue of his cape, tucked
into a pair of brown, leather boots that rose to just below his knees.
    All of this, Allison took in with a single sweep of her rapidly
widening eyes.
    She was suddenly very afraid.
    After a moment of tense silence, near tears, she worked up enough
courage to ask, “What are you? Where am I?” She nearly choked on the words as
she all but whispered, “Am I—dead?”
    The man frowned and shook his head. His whole demeanor seemed to become
suddenly agitated at her words. She instinctively shrunk back.
    Oh God—maybe I insulted him when I asked him what he was , she
thought in alarm as the stranger continued to frown, his pale-violet eyes
staring intently down at her own as though trying to see down to her very soul.
    “ Mei agio nea legera ois ventia. Aut ois legera meis ?” he said
with a shrug, looking expectedly down at her.
    Allison’s heart clenched painfully as a maelstrom of fear and confusion
thundered through her entire being, and she recoiled as far away from him as
the bed