The Guardians of the Path Omens, published by Witching Hour Publishing, is to be released on 23 November 2016.
As that’s only 4 days away…here’s the fourth little teaser.
Write-tip: a little humor in the diaolgue gives it an authentic feel. People tease and joke all the time, sometimes even in serious situations or other times when they shouldn’t, to relieve tension or to make out like they’re not scared when they are, but if you’re not writing a comedy, don’t over do it!
The Prisons of Balmar were smaller and cleaner than those of D’Ohera, but no less crowded. The Guardians were put into a general cell, a large, square space with a dirt floor. Their fellow inmates were in every condition, in fresh pressed tunics to grubby rags. Most of them were Old Races. Cedar’s heart went out to them as he wandered back and forth, kicking fruitlessly at the ground. After hours, he finally stopped. An hour later, he started pacing again.
“How long do you suppose we’re to wait?” Berria asked.
“You’ve never been in prison, have you?” Luca said, leaning against the bars, his arms crossed.
“Actually, I have,” Berria replied. “Thrice.”
“Well…” Luca began, and couldn’t think of a comeback. “Okay.”
“The answer to your question is as long as the Justice prefers,” Timo said. “Unfortunately we are at his mercy.”
“There are laws against indefinite detainment,” Jæyd said. “The Justice cannot rewrite the laws.”
“Of course he can,” Luca chirped. “What are we going to do about it?”
“What are we going to do about it?” Cedar said, spinning to face them, a fierce gleam in his eyes. “We can’t just wait here to rot.”
“They took our instruments and we’ve all tried to force the lock,” Luca said. “I even tried my lock pick, which should have worked. I think it’s something new the Scholars have rigged up.”
“Why do you have a lock pick?” S’Aris asked, her blue eyes wide with surprise.
“Everyone needs a lock pick,” Luca replied with a wink. “Unfortunately it’s not doing anything for me right now.”
Cedar, Luca, Jæyd and Timo flew to the bars. A goblin stood on the other side, a patch over one eye, half-breeches and leather vest stained orange. His white hair was pulled into a ponytail which hung in front of his pointed ear. A gold hoop glinted in the other.
“Who are you?” Jæyd asked.
The goblin bowed an overly elaborate bow. “Elan, at your service.”
“Odd name for a goblin,” Luca remarked.
“I can leave if you’d prefer to wait for someone with a more acceptable name,” Elan said and held up a shiny key. “Or I could let you out.”
“Let us out!” Cedar said immediately and a chorus of agreement came from behind him.
The goblin teased them for just a moment before obliging, holding the door open until all the prisoners had come out then locked it securely behind them. He noticed Luca staring at him with envious eyes. Elan chuckled and tucked the key into his vest.
“When you can get a Thaumaturgist and a Scholar to sit at the same table, they can make some wonderful magyc,” he said.
“Where can I get one of those?” Luca asked.
“What would a Guardian need with a Master Key?” Elan said.
“He might need it if he was stuck in a cell he couldn’t get out of,” Luca replied.
Elan grinned. “Perhaps we could talk later. But now, there is someone who wants to see you. Come with me.”
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