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From Thunderlord Chapter 9
Luck rode with them, for when they reached the main track,
they saw no sign of their pursuers. Without any need for speech, as if they had
one thought, they urged their horses into a rough, ground-eating trot. Edric
had already traveled this section of trail twice before, but now he counted
every minute, every hoofbeat. The wind fell away, and the air, which had been
growing progressively more chill, turned milder, but he was not lulled into
believing the clouds would dissipate. This was the pause as the storm gathered
force.
“There!” Edric broke his silence to indicate the crossroads,
now only a short distance away. The side trail was but minutes away….
Clouds darkened the sky. The air tasted of lightning to
come.
Closer, now…Kyria on his heels, the pack horse’s gait
jarring his bones… He could see the flat place where they’d camped and the main
road leading down and away, curving around the shoulder of the hill --
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Two riders emerged from behind the hill, followed by three
more.
Behind Edric, Kyria let out a cry of dismay. Edric hauled on
the reins. The pack horse resisted, dipping its head. Kyria’s horse crowded its
rump and it threatened to kick. Edric jerked the horse’s head up, trying to
think. They had enough room to turn around, but this trail would only lead them
back to the fortress.
They hadn’t been spotted, not yet.
He glanced up at the clouds, denser now and laden with
promise. The wind picked up again. Use
me, pleaded the storm. I am yours for
the taking, all the power of wind and lightning….
Something inside Edric yearned to answer the storm, to seize
control of it. He had the power to save both of them, to save Kyria, and all he
had to do was reach out with his mind. Use his Gift, as he had been born to do….
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