Todos os capítulos de The Hunt for Knowledge: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

When Beecher came back out his grin was wide enough to fit a car through. And just as fake. “Well kids, Have I got a story for you,” he said with a wince, and his grin darkened. They climbed out of the van at the driver's insistence. He was obviously done with them and just wanted to be on his way. Looking lost and forlorn they began to climb out into the barren tundra. They turned to Beecher, confused. “Are we supposed to dig a den in the ground then my love?” Aquina cooed. ”Actually…” he replied. He began to walk briskly toward the lone igloo-looking building that he had just left. Looking over his shoulder, he winked. Without hesitation, they grabbed their bags and ran after him. They stood in a cavernous room, made of packed snow. Pillars of ice glistened and shone. The overhead lights refracted off the pillars casting sparks of rainbow prisms across the room. The effect was spectacular. All heads turned as Zinnia gasped in wonder and stretched out her arms in a

Forgetting the frigid cold and the sky that danced above them, they jumped out of their beds. Clad in thermals, they raced for the edges of the room. The ceiling here was made of frosted ice and provided some cover. They spoke in their minds and watched as the dragon circled back. He flew lower, twisting and turning his great neck as if trying to find something. Or someone.Luca had assumed that the ceiling they were looking through was at ground level. When they had checked in they had walked into an igloo, and there had been no signs of any other structures. The whole ice hotel was built underground. From the sky, it might not be so easy for the dragon to realize what he was looking at. Maybe it looked like a small frozen pond. He decided to take his chances and pulled a chair over to get a better view.From his new vantage point, he could see the landscape outside. He saw snow piled up everywhere on the ground, with a few boulders miraculously clear underneath a large pi

She must have recognized the sound or felt the mountain shift for she was off him in an instant. She would not be more weight for him to have to climb with. In his mind he fought with her. He reasoned with her, he begged her, but she would not relent. She would not bring him down. She may be a third of his size, but she would climb as his equal. Again, she wished for her powers back, she could have just fluttered right up and found them a cave.Finally giving up on carrying her, he pointed the way and then hoisted her up., if she was going to climb she would damn sure go ahead of him. He prayed to whoever might be listening for a bit of luck.When she was no more than five feet up, he smashed his enormous body against the snowy mountain and started up the rockface, She moved slowly, cautiously. He fought the urge to rush her, trying not to think about their lack of equipment. He didn’t know if she realized they were fighting time as well.A sound like an explosion ripped thro

As he entered the clearing, the gray and black streaked wolf caught his attention first. He was the size of a Mac truck and looked as fierce with his teeth bared at the newcomer. He could see the moment his scent reached them. He had been upwind and had taken them by surprise. Muzzles dropped slightly as they afforded him the respect of a traveling alpha. Her scent permeated the area and had all heads turning. The beautiful lady in white from the ice hotel now stood before him in her true form. The vision of majesty as a pure white wolf and tawny eyes. He lowered his head in the traditional greeting to the alpha of the current territory. One that had already saved him twice.“Rise my cousin,” she chuckled. Beecher rose and went to her in the more familiar greeting of his kind. They nuzzled heads, his under hers. The subtle action was noticed by all in the clearing, and approved. They had accepted him. Without one word spoken, they all nodded in agreement, they would figh

To their amazement, they saw what looked like wolves wrestling people. These were not ordinary people, as Katalea watched one short dark man pick up a wolf and hurl it into a tree. They were close enough that Katalea could hear the curses from the man. They were not in any language Katalea had ever heard before. Two more wolves pounced on the man and made quick work of him. Another wolf came at a sprint, two pairs of feral red-eyed vampires at his heels. They recognized him at once. Beecher was in trouble.Dakari roared, and the scene stilled momentarily. All heads turned and in that instant Katalea called lightning to pummel the bloodsuckers. The wolves stood dumbfounded as all their foe just vanished into ash. As a pack, they turned to look at Beecher who was obviously sending them a message that these newcomers were allies. A few wolves shifted, while others remained on guard in wolf form.Never one to hide, Katalea shifted, while Dakari remained. “I have heard myths a