Divinity: Immolation: Book Three (The Divinity Saga) by Susan Reid Page B
Authors: Susan Reid
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good amount of time to attempt to read it and I may not even do it here or the human realm.
I decided that I would head into another dimension later, a place that would offer quiet and privacy. A place that Morning Star and his clan knew nothing about—so that it would remain safe from his eyes and repossession.
I was cloaked and only a few feet away from the border of the sanctified grounds of the Divine hall while we were engaged in our mental conversation. I had to see what was happening up close. Though I had already been detected by the all-white, strange animals that roamed freely on the grounds, and a few of the warriors, none of them made any move or attempts to confront me.
I began to retreat, slowly backing further into the trees of the neutral zone, still listening and watching. A sudden streak of white luminescence whizzed past me, embedding itself deep into the trunk of a tree right next to me with a solid thump. Wood creatures and implings chittered and scampered away to hide in the leaves and bushes.
I tensed and abruptly whirled around, wielding my sword but remaining cloaked, just as another projectile zipped right over my head. Thrusting a palm forward, I conjured a shield of dark energy in front of me, which stopped the next five shots dead in their tracks. It allowed me to see what they were more clearly too.
Glowing silver bolts.
It was obvious that the attacks were meant to get my attention. Whoever it was would have had a clear shot the first time. Though I had an idea of who these belonged to, I wasn’t taking chances.
The trapped bolts, leaving them suspended in the field of dark energy that formed my shield, until they finally began to dissipate into wisps of bluish white smoke. Durien stepped out from behind a wide-girthed tree several yards away.
He cracked something in his fist and made a motion of throwing it down. A portal shot upwards, glimmering in a kaleidoscope of muted colors. With one last glance over his shoulder at me, he ventured through and I followed him.
~~~~****~~~~
There was already a fracture in the protective wards surrounding his place, so I simply ghosted in. He was standing at the panoramic window, looking at the evening sunset over the water in the distance. His feet were planted shoulder width apart, fists at his waist, and I could feel unstable anger wafting off of him.
“I guess you must have forgotten that you guys still cast shadows when the sun is high.” He spoke first, not turning to face me yet.
I smirked. That fact was the main reason we cloak at night. In the darkness, it was near impossible for the warriors to see or detect us by sight. So, the hall did manage to offer these future warriors something of value.
“Ah, that explains your extremely bad aiming then but I could have been any one of the others.” I reminded him.
He grunted sarcastically. “Your scent is distinct. You don’t smell like all the others. No one in your circle does.” He stated flatly.
I nodded, approaching him slowly and stopping halfway just as he turned around to face me.
“You just don’t quit do you, man? Now you’re hanging out that close to the vicinity of the hall? For what? If you’re looking for Starling…she’s gone! She got taken and she ain’t coming back, okay?!” His teeth were clenched and he was fuming.
Durien looked like…shit.
His eyes were bloodshot and there were worry lines between his eyebrows that made him look a lot older than his young age.
He was upset with me, that much was clear and I knew why. He slowly relaxed his arms but his fists were still clenched so tightly, prominent veins protruded from the tops of his hands.
I kept my eyes on his and deb ated joining him at the window.
“Why didn’t you tell me that her essence was hallowed fire?” I asked, keeping my accusing tone even.
Durien appeared confused but still angry. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“She possesses deadly fire. Deadly enough to
I decided that I would head into another dimension later, a place that would offer quiet and privacy. A place that Morning Star and his clan knew nothing about—so that it would remain safe from his eyes and repossession.
I was cloaked and only a few feet away from the border of the sanctified grounds of the Divine hall while we were engaged in our mental conversation. I had to see what was happening up close. Though I had already been detected by the all-white, strange animals that roamed freely on the grounds, and a few of the warriors, none of them made any move or attempts to confront me.
I began to retreat, slowly backing further into the trees of the neutral zone, still listening and watching. A sudden streak of white luminescence whizzed past me, embedding itself deep into the trunk of a tree right next to me with a solid thump. Wood creatures and implings chittered and scampered away to hide in the leaves and bushes.
I tensed and abruptly whirled around, wielding my sword but remaining cloaked, just as another projectile zipped right over my head. Thrusting a palm forward, I conjured a shield of dark energy in front of me, which stopped the next five shots dead in their tracks. It allowed me to see what they were more clearly too.
Glowing silver bolts.
It was obvious that the attacks were meant to get my attention. Whoever it was would have had a clear shot the first time. Though I had an idea of who these belonged to, I wasn’t taking chances.
The trapped bolts, leaving them suspended in the field of dark energy that formed my shield, until they finally began to dissipate into wisps of bluish white smoke. Durien stepped out from behind a wide-girthed tree several yards away.
He cracked something in his fist and made a motion of throwing it down. A portal shot upwards, glimmering in a kaleidoscope of muted colors. With one last glance over his shoulder at me, he ventured through and I followed him.
~~~~****~~~~
There was already a fracture in the protective wards surrounding his place, so I simply ghosted in. He was standing at the panoramic window, looking at the evening sunset over the water in the distance. His feet were planted shoulder width apart, fists at his waist, and I could feel unstable anger wafting off of him.
“I guess you must have forgotten that you guys still cast shadows when the sun is high.” He spoke first, not turning to face me yet.
I smirked. That fact was the main reason we cloak at night. In the darkness, it was near impossible for the warriors to see or detect us by sight. So, the hall did manage to offer these future warriors something of value.
“Ah, that explains your extremely bad aiming then but I could have been any one of the others.” I reminded him.
He grunted sarcastically. “Your scent is distinct. You don’t smell like all the others. No one in your circle does.” He stated flatly.
I nodded, approaching him slowly and stopping halfway just as he turned around to face me.
“You just don’t quit do you, man? Now you’re hanging out that close to the vicinity of the hall? For what? If you’re looking for Starling…she’s gone! She got taken and she ain’t coming back, okay?!” His teeth were clenched and he was fuming.
Durien looked like…shit.
His eyes were bloodshot and there were worry lines between his eyebrows that made him look a lot older than his young age.
He was upset with me, that much was clear and I knew why. He slowly relaxed his arms but his fists were still clenched so tightly, prominent veins protruded from the tops of his hands.
I kept my eyes on his and deb ated joining him at the window.
“Why didn’t you tell me that her essence was hallowed fire?” I asked, keeping my accusing tone even.
Durien appeared confused but still angry. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“She possesses deadly fire. Deadly enough to
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