Cade

DeTac towered above Max and Rotta. She reached for Rotta with one of the hairy black spider legs. Rotta fought with all her might but was unable to free herself from the strength in that grasp. "What are you doing? Rotta screamed feeling her sanity starting to slip. "Seeing that you fulfill your promise girl, DeTac said as she pulled Rotta toward the back room. Rotta tugged with all her might but to no avail. "What, what is it you wish me to carry for you? DeTac stopped. In one fluid and viscously fast movement, bent her torso low, ugly twisted face even with Rotta's lovely one. "A child.

Chapter 15 “Shifter,” Cade spat. Razar growled deep in his throat and stalked toward the beautiful woman.

The morning broke with the two suns beating upon the three travelers. Cade was running at his usual ground eating pace. Magus slapped rhythmically on his strong back as he ran.

Razar stood at the mouth of the cave his back stiff. A low growl rolled back toward the travelers.

“Here she is your highness,” the beast master said and gave Mikota a little shove. “On your knees slave!” Mikota fell to her knees, red robe gaping open.

“Show yourself,” Cade said softly. The black mare in the stall next to Sarsus shimmered and shifted into Rainn’s familiar red headed form.

In the predawn stillness of the forest, the sound of two horses moving slowly down the dirt trail echoed back from the darkness. Cade held up his hand and stopped their progress.

Rainn watched the trio on the trail from the air. She saw Cade’s upturned face and knew he was aware of her presence as soon as she was within striking distance.

Mikota was sleeping when Samanda entered the chamber. “Where is the king?” Mikota rubbed violet eyes and pushed dark tangles of hair from a pale face.

Verin’s four stubby leather wings echoed dryly in the dark chamber as he circled round and round the tower’s perimeter.

The wretchedness of her spirit's echo was so discordant Gainrel had to keep from gritting his teeth. She was a willing medium of the dead, or so she thought. What she actually was happened to be far different. She was a conduit for evil. Any one who called out to the dargons were almost always consumed by them eventually. Their lives driven into total madness by the never ending tortures of the very ones they called to befriend.

He slid Magus slowly back into its worn leather sheath on his back and looked up into the biting glare of the two suns. Thirst burned deep in his throat. A fitting punishment he thought. He gauged the time of day by their positions and started walking east. He would return to the hasma and to Rotta, yes that was her name. Dear sweet Rotta who could not keep her hands to herself. Maybe, if she were lucky, he'd leave her hands.