A Dream of Mortals (Book #15 in the Sorcerer's Ring) by Morgan Rice Page B
Authors: Morgan Rice
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sword; she reached out with her bare foot, placed it on the hilt, and
slid it over.
The sword made a loud noise as it slid across
the deck, toward the hold. It was but a few inches away from the slats, when
suddenly a voice cut through the air.
“The little creep!” a pirate yelled.
Thor saw all the pirates turn her way, then run
to her.
Angel ran, trying to make it back—but they
caught her before she could make it. They grabbed her and scooped her up, and
Thor could see them marching her toward the rail, as if prepared to hurl her
into the seas.
Angel managed to lift up the back of her heel
hard and a groan rang out as she connected right between the pirate’s legs. The
pirate holding her moaned and dropped her, and without hesitating, Angel raced
back across the deck, reached the sword, and kicked it.
Thor watched, exhilarated, as the sword slipped
through the cracks and landed in the hold, right at his feet, with a bang.
There came a scream as one of the pirates
backhanded Angel. The others scooped her up and carried her back for the rail,
preparing to throw her into the sea.
Thor, sweating, having more fear for Angel than
for himself, looked down at his sword and felt an intense connection to it.
Their connection was so strong, Thor did not need to use his magical powers. He
spoke to it, as he would to a friend, and he felt it listen.
“Come to me, my friend. Release my binds. Let
us be together again.”
The sword heeded his call. It suddenly lifted
into the air, floated behind his back, and severed his ropes.
Thor immediately spun around, grabbed the hilt
in midair, and brought the sword down, slashing the cords at his ankles.
He then jumped to his feet and slashed the cords
binding all the others.
Thor turned and charged for the slats, raised
his boot, and kicked off the wooden door. Shattered, it went flying into pieces
as he burst out into sunlight, free, sword in hand—and determined to rescue
Angel.
Thor sprinted onto the deck and charged for the
men holding Angel, who squirmed in their arms, fear in her eyes as they reached
the rail.
“Let her go!” Thor yelled.
Thor raced for her, cutting down the pirates
who approached him from all sides, slashing them across the chest before they
could even get a blow in—none of them a match for him and the Sword of the
Dead.
He cut through the group, kicked the final two
men out of the way, then reached out and grabbed the back of the final pirate’s
shirt just before he dropped her over. He yanked him toward him, pulling Angel
back over the edge, then twisted his arm so he dropped her. She landed safely
on deck.
Thor then grabbed the man and hurled him over
the edge. He plummeted into the icy seas, screaming.
Thor heard footsteps and turned to see dozens
of pirates bearing down on him. This was not a small boat but a huge, professional
ship, as large as any warship, and it contained at least a hundred pirates, all
of them hardened, accustomed to a life of killing at sea. They all charged,
clearly welcoming the fight.
Thor’s Legion brothers poured out of the hold,
each racing forward to reclaim their weapons before the pirates could reach
them. Elden jumped out of the way as a pirate brought a machete down for his
neck, then he grabbed him and headbutted him, breaking the pirate’s nose. He
snatched the machete from his hand and cut him in half. Then he leapt for his
battle-ax.
Reese snatched his halberd, O’Connor his bow,
Indra her spear, Matus his flail, and Selese her sack of sand, while Angel
darted past them, kicking a pirate in the shin before he could throw a dagger
at Thor. The pirate screamed and grabbed his leg, and the dagger went flying
overboard.
Thor charged forward and leapt into the group,
kicking one pirate in the chest and slashing another, then spinning around and
slashing another’s arm before he could bring his machete down on Reece. Another
charged and swung a club for his head, and Thor ducked, the club whizzing
slid it over.
The sword made a loud noise as it slid across
the deck, toward the hold. It was but a few inches away from the slats, when
suddenly a voice cut through the air.
“The little creep!” a pirate yelled.
Thor saw all the pirates turn her way, then run
to her.
Angel ran, trying to make it back—but they
caught her before she could make it. They grabbed her and scooped her up, and
Thor could see them marching her toward the rail, as if prepared to hurl her
into the seas.
Angel managed to lift up the back of her heel
hard and a groan rang out as she connected right between the pirate’s legs. The
pirate holding her moaned and dropped her, and without hesitating, Angel raced
back across the deck, reached the sword, and kicked it.
Thor watched, exhilarated, as the sword slipped
through the cracks and landed in the hold, right at his feet, with a bang.
There came a scream as one of the pirates
backhanded Angel. The others scooped her up and carried her back for the rail,
preparing to throw her into the sea.
Thor, sweating, having more fear for Angel than
for himself, looked down at his sword and felt an intense connection to it.
Their connection was so strong, Thor did not need to use his magical powers. He
spoke to it, as he would to a friend, and he felt it listen.
“Come to me, my friend. Release my binds. Let
us be together again.”
The sword heeded his call. It suddenly lifted
into the air, floated behind his back, and severed his ropes.
Thor immediately spun around, grabbed the hilt
in midair, and brought the sword down, slashing the cords at his ankles.
He then jumped to his feet and slashed the cords
binding all the others.
Thor turned and charged for the slats, raised
his boot, and kicked off the wooden door. Shattered, it went flying into pieces
as he burst out into sunlight, free, sword in hand—and determined to rescue
Angel.
Thor sprinted onto the deck and charged for the
men holding Angel, who squirmed in their arms, fear in her eyes as they reached
the rail.
“Let her go!” Thor yelled.
Thor raced for her, cutting down the pirates
who approached him from all sides, slashing them across the chest before they
could even get a blow in—none of them a match for him and the Sword of the
Dead.
He cut through the group, kicked the final two
men out of the way, then reached out and grabbed the back of the final pirate’s
shirt just before he dropped her over. He yanked him toward him, pulling Angel
back over the edge, then twisted his arm so he dropped her. She landed safely
on deck.
Thor then grabbed the man and hurled him over
the edge. He plummeted into the icy seas, screaming.
Thor heard footsteps and turned to see dozens
of pirates bearing down on him. This was not a small boat but a huge, professional
ship, as large as any warship, and it contained at least a hundred pirates, all
of them hardened, accustomed to a life of killing at sea. They all charged,
clearly welcoming the fight.
Thor’s Legion brothers poured out of the hold,
each racing forward to reclaim their weapons before the pirates could reach
them. Elden jumped out of the way as a pirate brought a machete down for his
neck, then he grabbed him and headbutted him, breaking the pirate’s nose. He
snatched the machete from his hand and cut him in half. Then he leapt for his
battle-ax.
Reese snatched his halberd, O’Connor his bow,
Indra her spear, Matus his flail, and Selese her sack of sand, while Angel
darted past them, kicking a pirate in the shin before he could throw a dagger
at Thor. The pirate screamed and grabbed his leg, and the dagger went flying
overboard.
Thor charged forward and leapt into the group,
kicking one pirate in the chest and slashing another, then spinning around and
slashing another’s arm before he could bring his machete down on Reece. Another
charged and swung a club for his head, and Thor ducked, the club whizzing
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