Spoilers if you haven't read book 2, which is now in iTunes - looking a little lonely!
Below is a little snippet from Book 3:
The air
ripped with the sound of screaming energy, and she found herself gliding
through the low, evening sunlight. Artemi landed with very little grace on a
pile of dead leaves. The creature in her mind was still writhing, baying for
power, but it was tired and drunk. She forced it back into a box and locked the
lid shut. It could follocking-well stay there forever! She kicked the box for good measure. Pushing
herself up with feeble arms, she examined her surroundings. The woodland around
her was familiar enough, and it looked as if she hadn’t been transported much
more than a few miles from her last position. Artemi stood, dusted off her
clothes and began to walk northward. She could have filled herself with Blaze
to detect the location of the city, but she didn’t want to risk waking that thing again. Blazes, how was she to kill it? And what a
fine gift her husband had so generously left her with! Well, she wasn’t about
to kill herself in an effort to stop this thing. There had to be another way to defeat it. She stamped firmly on the
ground to release some of her anger, but mostly she felt relief for not having burned
her friend. She hoped her children had returned safely.
It was a
fair walk, but eventually she came to one of Gialdin’s brick-course roads and
began to follow it to the city. A group of guards were gathered up ahead. Odd,
she thought as she drew closer to them, they were wearing the old colours of
Gialdin: blue and gold. Where was their Calidell green? She recognised some of
their faces; they were indeed soldiers of her army. She stopped to examine them
some yards away, and they turned to examine her also. Was this some curious
experiment of Silar’s? “Why aren’t you wearing the green and black?”
One of the
men approached her calmly. “And who are you?”
“I’m your
queen, that’s who I bloody am!” Surely these men knew that!
Another
soldier, Gavorna if she remembered correctly, came to join them. “You are, are
you? You don’t even look anything like her.” They chuckled between themselves
for a moment.
“Oh I see.”
Artemi allowed herself a small smile. “This is some sort of joke, is it? Very
funny. Now, let’s go back to the palace. I’m exhausted and I’d quite like to
see my children. If you’d lead the way?”
The soldiers
spoke quietly between themselves for a moment, but Artemi could hear most of
it.
“... posing
as the queen is surely an offense?”
“Yes, but
she’s clearly insane. Maybe we should leave her here.”
“Crazy or not,
I don’t think that’s a good idea. Let’s escort her back and leave it to the
general to sort her out.”
Hah! Silar
would give them the hiding of their lives for speaking of her in that way! She
raised a rather self-satisfied eyebrow at the men as they moved to surround
her. “Time to go?”
“Yes, my
lady,” Gavorna said. He mocked a bow and invited her to mount one of their
horses. She vaulted smoothly onto the best of the beasts, but her features
morphed into shock when another soldier clambered onto the saddle behind her.
“What are you doing?” she hissed at the man.
“Not enough
animals, my lady,” he chuckled.
Fine. Let
them get into as much trouble as they dared. They could play and act like fools
all they wanted, but the repercussions would not be pretty. She grimaced and
kicked her overburdened horse into a brisk walk, for once glad that her husband
was not here to see this. He would have been very, very angry indeed.
The thick trees
passed by slowly, the skeletons of last year’s leaves glistening softly in
shafts of light. Gialdin’s forests were
very beautiful at any time of year. The air was too dry and cold to smell of
much, but Artemi drank it in deeply. This place always reminded her of happier
times. At long last the trees began to thin out, giving way to the small
farmsteads and fields that had grown up around the capital. But something was
different. Something about them looked slightly... off. “Which gate are we
heading for?” she asked her saddle-mate.
“West, my
lady.”
West? There
were only two farms on the west side, and she was sure that they did not have
thatched roofs. And then the city came into view beyond. A great spire reached
into the grey skies, and waterfalls clambered up its sides. But it was not the
city she had left; it was not nearly so... errant. Shock tore through her body
as she recognised it, paralysing her limbs and lungs. She knew this place. This
was the old Gialdin.
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