Semua Bab Warrior of the Way: Bab 231 - Bab 240

Rose's body lay crumpled at Laci's feet, another thing that made no sense to Laci about this realm of the dead. If this was truly a spirit world, one where the deceased go while they await their next journey, then how did Rose even have a body for the demons to torture? She should be…well, she should be a ghost, right? A spirit of sorts? How could a spirit be tortured?Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing,

Laci looked around her, wondering where her sister and Alex disappeared to while she had been in the Summerlands. Jayden's bedroom was quiet, empty. Surely, her sister wouldn't have left her there, not without knowing what happened to her. Even then, she would try to find a way to rescue Laci, wouldn't she? Perhaps that was it. Perhaps, Jayden and Alex left to find Tansy and the others to rescue Laci from the Summerlands and the demon's clutches.Or had she pissed them off because she had traveled to the Summerlands on her own, leaving them behind so she could face Baltabek on her own? Laci sighed. How would they even know where I went? No, something else must be happening, but what? In hindsight, she should have known she wasn't strong enough to face a centuries-old demon on her own. She had barely come into her powers and had yet to learn everything she needed to learn to be a witch, depending on others to always save her from the Unseelie. Yet, somehow, once she saw the bridge, she

Jordan Thomas grimaced as he hobbled out his front door to sit on his porch, the crutch he was forced to use more of a hindrance than a help. His leg screamed at him with every step he took, the wound left by the dark elf, Aradhon, a constant reminder that the world was a very different place now. While being shot by some drug dealer's passing gunfire had always been a real concern for him living in the Bottoms, he never dreamed that he'd almost be killed by a sword. At least the bugger got his in the end, Jordan sighed as he sat down, his injured leg stretched out before him.The sun drifted down in the west, night swallowing another boring day. He would have loved to be helping Mrs. Waters with her garden, or chasing some neighborhood kids around the playground, or even ranting against the neighborhood teens and that crap they call music these days, but getting around grew difficult when your leg had been mangled by a dark elf's sword. Stitches still covered his upper thigh, front an

:Warrior, you might as well tell your mother what happened to her son,: Kree sent to Rhychard and Renny. :She already saw enough to warrant an explanation. It may very well make your life a little easier if your family knows.::You don't know my mother. It could very well make things worse.: Still, Rhychard knew he would have to tell his parents about Renny being alive sooner or later, and thanks to her intrusion, she had forced the timing. However, how much of the rest of his world could he safely reveal?Renny watched him, her hands clasped in front of her on the table. "Kree is right," she said. "We need to tell her.""I assume I'm the her to which you refer," Catherine said, her tone tinged with annoyance. "Who is Kree?"Rhychard pointed to the coshey. "Kree is that giant furball on my loveseat. He's a coshey, or as some would say, an elven hound. He's been my partner in all this since the beginning." Rhychard found himself smiling as he stared at the silvery coshey. "He's saved my

Standing in the doorway a moment before entering, Laci soaked in the small room where she lived for the past couple of months. Small, boring curtains covered the one window against the back wall, the full-sized bed wore a simple cover, and the dresser was bare except for a brush and a couple of bracelets she bought with her first paycheck from Bertram Leary. The walls remained bare of pictures or posters, empty, almost like her life at present. She stepped into the room and opened the closet. She could drape the clothes that hung there over one arm and still not be weighted down. She only owned three pair of shoes, a pair of black heels, the sandals on her feet, and a pair of tennis shoes. She glanced over at her sister. "We may have brought too many boxes."~ ~ ~ ~ ~Rhychard watched Laci walk back to her bedroom, a sadness filling his chest. Laci stood by him when he confronted Renny about his life, and fought alongside him when they faced Vargas, stabbing the demon through the bac