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Today I’m finishing up the scene from Masters and Mages 2: Blood of Salar that I’ve been posting from over the past several weeks. While confronting rebel soldiers who were desecrating the chapel of Ka’alar, M’lan called upon the long dormant god of death for help and was surprised when the god answered. I’m under the limit this week, so I’ve included the last line from last week.
The serpent continued to thrash, golden fangs exposed.
“Stop!” M’lan gasped. The air shimmered, the columns trembled, and the walls seemed to warp and expand. Suddenly everything became still, the silence acute. The statue was as it had been before. Only a few broken stones and Raffe’s limp body showed anything had happened.
M’lan stared at the lifeless, graceful statue of the serpent, sacred waters once again dribbling benignly from its fangs into the pool below. Despite its tranquility, it seemed to be laughing at him.
M’lan, headmaster of the order of Ka’alar and Jamil Jarka, king’s assassin, find their impossible love challenged to the utmost as a rebellion sweeps them apart, sending Jamil on a dangerous mission to assassinate the rebel leader, General Charvat. Unknown to anyone, Charvat is on his way to the temple to exploit the headmaster’s magical abilities.
When the rebel army arrives, M’lan is thrust into a struggle against political and sexual dominance as Charvat attempts to break his resistance. Violence and death mount, awakening within M’lan both the powers of destruction and the desire for revenge.
On the trail of his prey, Jamil begins to question his devotion to M’lan as his once innocent lover transforms into a mage and invades the assassin’s thoughts and dreams. The closer Jamil draws to M’lan, the more he puts his life and his very soul at risk. Jamil soon realizes that his lover might prove to be more deadly than the man he was sent to kill.
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