“Let’s go!” Avaris said with determination. Suddenly a red glow sizzled and crackled around the thigh bone in Avaris’ hand. He looked at Lekiah and Renaul, nodded once, and then shouted out a war cry as he rushed headlong down the corridor toward the fight.“You’ll both need to tie those around your forehead to cover the scars.” Lekiah handed one strip to Renaul and tied the other around his head. A gleam of understanding appeared in the slave boy’s eyes and he, too, tied the cloth around his forehead.“Kintara and Kahn Devin were able to talk in both languages…” Avaris looked down the corridor as a particularly loud crack sounded and rubble and dust filled the air again. He handed a knife to Lekiah; “cut two strips of cloth off the bottom of your robe,” he said. Lekiah gave him a questioning look, but set down his bow and quickly made a small cut in the cloth and tore off a couple strips.“I don’t know anything about these people,” Lekiah said slowly, “but the three warlocks who visited the mine while I was there could all speak our language.” Avaris nodded and thought about it.“It’s crazy,” Avaris said, “but Renaul might be right.” Now Lekiah raised his eyebrow in surprise. He was brave, but this was probably suicide—and if they died, nobody could help Kalisha. “I have a plan; we just have to hope one of them knows our language.”“I think he wants us to rush into to the battle,” Lekiah said with uncertainty. Avaris raised a questioning eyebrow at Lekiah, and then watched Renaul a little more. He definitely seemed to be indicating the three of them should go into the heart of the battle.Renaul began saying something and gesturing. He pointed at each of them and then down toward the battle. It took a few minutes to understand his meaning; at least Lekiah thought he understood.“I thought I was supposed to wait to use bone and fire until after you’d killed a couple of them,” Avaris replied. Lekiah lowered the bow in frustration. “We need another plan.” He looked down the corridor that led to the study. He could barely make out the sturdy door on the far side. Kalisha was so close, and still he could do nothing for her. What was happening to her behind that door? Was she being tortured? It was torturing him not knowing. He felt like rushing forward and just…what? He could fight warriors, but not warlocks, witches, and necromancers. He still remembered how helpless he was to save his tribe when Kahn Devin attacked.“I can’t see well enough,” Lekiah said. He held the bow in front of him, arrow notched and string pulled back to his right ear. “Can you do something to light it up a bit?”
About the Book
Perry is an author every day for an hour during lunch. He actually began writing the Lemurian Chronicles in 1993, and after more than two decades of rewrites, editing, re-editing, etc… finally decided to “take the plunge” and publish his epic fantasy. Don’t worry; each additional installment will be released no more than eighteen months to two years apart.