Semua Bab Warrior of the Way: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Aradhon, draped in a glamour to hide his true nature, watched as Jordan knelt down to help Mrs. Waterson pull her weeds from the front flowerbed of her rundown hovel, the afternoon Florida sun already causing beads of sweat to sprout on the dark skin of Aradhon's forehead. The old man had been assisting Mrs. Waterson since the battle at Feather Lakes had decimated her front yard. His labor along with the minuscule amount of landscaping she had been able to coax out of one of the neighborhood boys who needed money for a nickel bag of marijuana had seen small improvements to her yard. All that effort to make the exterior of a place look appealing while the interior of the residence decayed.Of course, she didn't know what the boy spent the money on, or she would have picked someone else or just offered the boy a much-needed meal. No, she was naïve enough to assume he used it for some wholesome activity, like school supplies or clothes. She should know better, of course, given the neighbo

Harbor City's Midtown Plaza had sealed off a quarter of their parking lot and invited a cheesy carnival to come and steal money from the residents of the city in the guise of entertainment. Crazy lights, loud, obnoxious music, and barkers calling out to everyone who passed by, enticing them to come lose their money on a game of chance. Trace thought it was perfect for a date with Giselle. He hoped to win her one of those giant stuffed animals that boyfriends lug around the carnival in order to impress the girl who didn't really need impressing. Yet, he needed to impress Giselle. He may never get another chance with a girl again. Not with his luck, that is. Or his lifestyle.That would have to change, of course. His lifestyle, that is. Girls required more, and even though Giselle seemed okay with him living with his mother and working odd jobs with Rhychard, she wouldn't be happy forever. She would want more. Women wanted more, right? Wanted a man who could take care of themselves as we

Rhychard shoved his way into the hospital emergency room, Renny right behind him. Officer Mark Rochester had called him, telling him about the stabbing of Jordan Thomas at Feather Lakes. Three others were dead. Only Jordan survived. It was a crazy scene according to witnesses. A robed figure wielding a sword, sliced into three teens before stabbing Jordan in the leg. He lost a lot of blood before the EMTs arrived on the scene. Jordan was surrounded by several residents of Feather Lakes, as Mrs. Waterson pressed a dishtowel down on his wound to try and stop the bleeding. It would have worked better if she had applied pressure to both sides. Still, it stemmed enough of it that when medics arrived, they were able to halt the bleeding altogether.Officer Rochester met the EMTs at the hospital and followed them to Jordan's room. He was still there, pacing outside Jordan's hospital room, when Rhychard and Renny arrived, where Mark gave them the rundown on what happened. "It's obvious he want

"Has the last battle left you with such confidence, Warrior? I know the sword told you of my presence. Yet, you do not draw it. Bravery or stupidity?" The voice—male—with a lilt to it, like an accent—Irish?—there, but not really there.Out of the corner of his eye, Rhychard watched as a dark elf stepped up beside him, his arms folded inside a dark tunic, hidden from view. Dark hair fell over his shoulders and down his back, his pointy ears pushing through the ebony strands. His red cat-eyes stared at the collapsed building in front of them, his bluish lips pressed into a thin line, his face the color of ash."How do you know I'm alone and Kree isn't a few feet away, ready to shred you to pieces?"The dark elf nodded. "Stupidity it is. I know you're alone. I also know you come here every day. Hasn't anyone taught you to be more circumspect in your daily life? Stop following the same path. Change your routines now and then. Don't be so humanly predictable. I really am surprised Vargas ha

Rhychard stared at Tryna as the ellyll turned her gaze toward Famallumi. With a deep breath, the small faerie turned back to Pux, her hands still on her thighs. "This is your area, is it not?" she asked the gnome."Pah!" the tiny man spat. "My job is to keep an eye on her, not feed her information. Are you not the Keeper of Knowledge? Isn't that wisp of an elf a Lore Master Apprentice? Don't you have answers?""One of you has an answer," Rhychard shouted. "Now someone, and I really don't care which one of you it is, needs to spill it. The time for secrets is over."Tryna turned to him, her catlike eyes patient. "Warrior, you should know better by now. I do not keep secrets from you. Why would I keep this from you? No one could have foreseen this happening.""And just why did it happen?" Rhychard grew tired of needing to ask all the questions before any answers were given.Tryna offered him a soft smile. "Because your bond to your lifemate was so strong that it defied time and the power