How? How did we get here? The huge palace was too far out. Now, they were standing by its entrance. The high wall and the moat-bridge now lowered in welcome. The wide Arch of Blood that would only allow in guests with a noble’s insignia.
Could we get in there today? Right now?
I cast a nervous look at my outfit. Of course, in my dress by the best tailor of Ihordarrine, I looked good enough for anyone to take me for a high-born noble. However, for some reason, that didn’t bolster my self-assurance.
“Reive, how should we prepare or dress up...”
The necromancer eyed me up and down skeptically.
“Looks like you aren’t naked.” Then, he examined himself the same way and added, “Me either.” There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes again. Then he took me by the arm, signing to the zombie to follow us, and said, “That means everything’s okay. So, my dear fiancée, I think it’s h
"Firel. My castle. My blood...”The dark stone castle rose in front of Reive. It was shining in the sun. At the same time, it seemed to be absorbing the sunlight, its stone able to concentrate the Dark within itself. No, not to accumulate it. Incredible efforts would have been needed to do that. It was impossible to create something of such a size, but many years ago, the Undead King had created something else.The stones of this huge complex were enchanted to such a degree that Firel compelled all the surrounding Dark to flow slowly into its walls. It attracted the Dark, allowing the magic to freely circulate inside the castle. As a result, any necromancer who happened to be within the walls of the castle, found his own power significantly intensified.Of course, it wouldn’t make a strong necromancer out of an ordinary man or return to Reive his former power. But within the walls of his own home, it was much easier for the Undead King to work
Reive raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding what was going on. However, when the groom walked away, she came up to him, standing on tiptoe, holding her breath. Turning his head, the necromancer’s glance fixed on the high breast peeping appetizingly from the décolleté. As if Angelina was pressing more closely against him on purpose, until her lips reached his ear. By this time, Reive was ready to go down to the depths of Twilight, if he could be there alone with Angelina. If he could tear her away from outside eyes and cover every inch of her body with kisses to die for. He was eager to kiss her soft, smooth skin, her moist hot lips that right now touched his earlobe as if by accident. The necromancer closed his eyes and exhaled sharply, trying to concentrate and not pay attention to the feverish hammering in his temples. Angelina was trying to tell him something. “I don’t know how to ride, Reive,” she whispered. Her breath scorched him. She
I felt incredibly well. A fresh breeze blew on my skin; and even cooled my over-heated head a little. Reive was sitting behind me, and I felt how he was almost hugging me. I felt his hands, chest and hips. I even felt his breath at times when the wind hushed and the horse seemed to walk on by itself. I didn’t turn round to check but, if I closed my eyes, I could imagine him lowering his head to my neck. I felt his lips pause just an inch from my shoulder.Nonsense. Nevertheless, I wanted to believe it.The afternoon had already passed, and the sun had begun to edge towards the horizon. Reive rode beyond the fortress wall, but not through the main gates. He chose quite a different way.It seemed strange that, as an earl, he didn’t know the heraldry and genealogy of his family very well. It could partly be explained by having secluded himself somewhere in the depths of the country and by the peculiarities typical of any necromancer. However, something
“Why cows? Though there’s nothing terrible about that.”“Don’t talk nonsense. Who needs healers?” Reive knit his brows, popping another grape into his mouth. “No power, no intellect, no imagination.”There was so much poison in his voice I straightaway wanted to argue with him. But I was watching his lips almost without looking away. I watched him bite on another berry and then lick his lips.Sweet lips that can kiss so hotly...Damn it.What was he saying?“Healers save people,” I muttered hesitantly. “And necromancers deal only with the undead.”Reive pursed his lips.“And what would a healer do if a hungry undead attacked his wife in the middle of the night? Or if a burglar ready to cut your throat for a piece of bread gets into your house? Or if...”“I got it, Reive,” I interrupted him, waving my hand. “But what abou
He felt giddy. His muscles were aching like a wolf who’d been chasing prey half the night but still hadn’t caught any. His palms still felt the softness of the young girl’s skin, his body tensing and feeling a burning need to touch her again. To have her cuddle up against him. Hot. Shuddering from his conscious, careful movements.Reive wasn’t going to act hastily. He wasn’t going to lay her out on the grass and cruelly take her right away. That was no longer his plan. He wanted to… touch her.His hands moved by themselves. As soon as she came close, he quickly lost all control.He could explain why. He could understand the reason, but he couldn’t control himself.It was a good thing that Jeff Rinelon, the owner of the tailor shop, had arrived in the nick of time before the necromancer finally lost his head.Reive got to his feet, pulling the blushing girl along with him. Angelina was adjust
It seemed like my heart was about to jump out of my chest from excitement. Then, it would leap along the road like a March hare.“We must give a present to his majesty, mustn’t we?” a dark grin appeared on the necromancer’s beautiful lips. “And this present will be an amazing horse ‘of a rare color, riding on which, a prince would not feel ashamed’,” Reive copied Jeff Rinelon’s words and intonations.“Errr... Reive, the horse will be dead,” I said with hesitation, looking at the dead body in the cart.“Little one, this will be its special appeal,” Reive answered with saturnine pleasure. “Okay. Enough talk.”The necromancer turned to me, and his face immediately became serious.“To read the invocation of the sixth level, you’ll need to keep a really strong thread of the Dark in your hands. A really weighty, tough and unyielding one. If you lose cont
I’d never heard anyone speak Ashgenrian so fluently. The necromancer’s pronunciation was marvelous. Each word was like music. Each letter was a flowing stream echoing in my breast, either with the murmuring of a wild beast or the thunder of a hungry abyss.I tried to repeat every expression with manic accuracy. I listened attentively to Reive’s strong voice and channeled it through myself. And I pronounced the invocation putting everything I had into it.I really didn’t want Reive to think I was a loser. A weakling, which in fact I was, but he was the only one who believed that I wasn’t. And that I was capable.After the third stanza, our surroundings changed subtly. The air became denser. The necromancer behind me flinched.I wanted to open my eyes and watch what was happening. But Reive still didn’t take his hand away, keeping me close to himself. And now, he kept me closer than ever.Suddenly, I felt my
Yeah, he didn’t really expect it. The druidic magic was so deeply dormant in the girl that simply acting on the anarel didn’t awaken it. Reciting the invocation obviously exceeded the power of her energy source as well.Having forced Angelina to pronounce the sixth-level incantation, he had hoped her golden blood would prevent the girl dying from exhaustion. Her necromancer’s anarel was empty, and that meant the druidic anarel should have come into play at the crucial moment.Nevertheless, he was wrong. Angelina was about expire right in his arms. Her anarel would have burnt her out from the inside, turning her into either a madwoman or an undead. The necromancer had to apply his own energy which had only just begun to replenish itself.Reive clenched his jaws, staring ahead almost with indifference. He was irritated and furious that he wasn’t the person he used to be. A single move of his hand couldn’t now raise those hundreds of t