Coliseum
Arcanist
(Frith Chronicles Book 3)
By
Shami Stovall
Adventure.
Competition. A duel to the death.
While on a journey to the famous city of Thronehold, Volke Savan learns of the Sovereign Dragon Tournament. The massive celebration involves hundreds of arcanists competing for fame and glory, and Volke is determined to win.
Dark forces dwell in the city, however, and rumors of the legendary world serpent spread amongst the shadows. Whoever bonds with a god-like mystical creature will gain magic beyond compare, and the queen’s guards suspect cutthroats will use the chaos of the tournament to hide their plotting.
Unsure of who to trust, Volke investigates the terrible rumors while advancing in the ranks of the tournament. Unfortunately, the true villain may be closer than he realizes…
While on a journey to the famous city of Thronehold, Volke Savan learns of the Sovereign Dragon Tournament. The massive celebration involves hundreds of arcanists competing for fame and glory, and Volke is determined to win.
Dark forces dwell in the city, however, and rumors of the legendary world serpent spread amongst the shadows. Whoever bonds with a god-like mystical creature will gain magic beyond compare, and the queen’s guards suspect cutthroats will use the chaos of the tournament to hide their plotting.
Unsure of who to trust, Volke investigates the terrible rumors while advancing in the ranks of the tournament. Unfortunately, the true villain may be closer than he realizes…
Excerpt
The
moment day broke and light poured onto Ellios, the white marble shone as though
the whole city had been carved from a full moon. Even the walls, which stood
fifteen feet high, were ivory beyond compare. I stared with wide eyes the
entire walk up to the city gates, enamored by the pristine beauty.
We were
ushered through without hassle and then greeted by a city with grid-like
streets and organized buildings. The stones of the sidewalks had been arranged
in squares—large stones around the outside, smaller stones on the inside—all
with precision, as though thought had gone into the placement of even the
smallest pebble.
Growing
on the mountainsides in both directions were massive forests of evergrow trees.
Their canopies laced together to create a thick roof of green leaves, and it
was almost difficult to see their twisted trunks. Once I did, however, I
understood why they were so valuable.
Each
tree appeared to have been cut down several times. Remnants of the old trunk
created the foundation for the new tree—it grew in all directions from the
stump of the previous tree that had been cut. As long as the roots stayed
intact, it seemed as though the tree would grow forever, hence its name.
A river
ran at the far end of town, and I could already tell by the industrial smoke
that was where they kept their furnaces.
While
the caravan stopped at the largest inn in the city, Zaxis, Hexa, Adelgis, and I
waited on the street corner, observing the sights. Although Fain had asked to
accompany me, I hadn’t seen him since last night. He would work on his own
time, I supposed.
“Minerva
owls dwell in the forest,” Adelgis said, pointing to the sides of the mountain.
“My father helps with the bonding ceremonies every five years when the owlets
are ready to leave the nest.”
“So
they’re owl mystical creatures?” Hexa asked.
“That’s
right. They’re quite intelligent. Their trial of worth involves puzzles. My father
once helped with crafting them. Now my mother helps.”
“Oh,
you have a mother?”
Adelgis
faced Hexa, his brow furrowed. “Of course. What kind of question is that?”
She
snickered, amused by her own sarcastic joke. It took Adelgis several painful
seconds before he put it all together.
“Ha ha.
Very funny.”
Zelfree
emerged from the posh inn, his dark outfit a harsh contrast to the white and
bright green of the city. He flipped up the collar of his coat, like the
radiance of our surroundings was one of his hidden weaknesses. Traces sat
perched on his shoulder, her long cat tail swishing back and forth as Zelfree
hurried across the street and headed straight for us.
“We
aren’t staying here long,” he said as he stepped up onto the sidewalk.
“Adelgis, you’re coming with me. We’re going to visit your father.”
“Right
now?” Adelgis fidgeted with the edges of his sleeves. “He’ll be busy.”
“I
don’t care.”
“He’s
never in a good mood when people interrupt him, though. Maybe we should visit
him on the way back. With plenty of warning ahead of time.”
The
desperation in Adelgis’s voice worried me. Zaxis and Hexa even exchanged
questioning glances, like they had heard it, too.
“I need
to speak with him,” Zelfree said. “And this is important. Whatever he’s doing
can wait.”
“Can
Volke come?”
The
question surprised me, but I had to admit, I wanted to go. Adelgis spoke of his
father nonstop, and it made me curious.
Zelfree
shrugged. “Sure. He can come.”
“And
Zaxis?” Adelgis added.
That
addition shocked me. Zaxis perked up and jumped at the opportunity to include
himself. We were the only two other apprentices who knew Adelgis’s secret, so
it made sense, but the hurt look on Hexa’s face made me feel guilty.
“Fine,”
Zelfree stated. “We just need to settle this quickly.”
Traces
pointed with the tip of her tail. “That way, my arcanist. I can already sense
those weird creatures he likes to collect.”
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Arcanist
Shami Stovall
Shami Stovall is a
multi-award-winning author of fantasy and science fiction, with several
best-selling novels under her belt. Before that, she taught history and
criminal law at the college level, and loved every second. When she’s not
reading fascinating articles and books about ancient China or the Byzantine
Empire, Stovall can be found playing way too many video games, especially RPGs
and tactics simulators.
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