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Blood for Magic

Twenty-year-old Tarquin is smart, tactless, and braver than he knows. He's also been Mage of the Realm of Kelor for two years, taking the title from his mother after she died protecting Kelor from a terrible threat.<br><br>Mages, unlike all other magicians, give their blood in exchange for far more powerful magic. Unfortunately for the Mage of the Realm, there's always the chance one day Kelor will need magic of such potency that a mage will have to give not just their blood, but their life. Tarquin's mother already made this sacrifice, and Tarquin knows it's likely also his fate.<br><br>While on a quest to heal his brother, who is dying because of Tarquin's reckless mistake, Tarquin is attacked by a horrific, flesh-eating monster. He's saved by an enigmatic and mute young soldier, called "Five", who is cursed with a terrifying appearance that conceals the heart of a knight. There's an almost instant attraction between the two men, but no time to explore it. The monster's attack is the harbinger of a new invasion.<br><br>With Kelor helpless, the realm's only hope lies with Tarquin. Just as he feared, his sole choice is to sacrifice himself the way his mother did, in exchange for magic strong enough to destroy the coming evil. He's prepared to give up his life to save the realm, but before the battle is over, he'll be faced not just with his own death, but the death of everyone he cares about.<br><br>Including the cursed soldier he's come to love.

Aundrea Singer · LGBT+
Peringkat tidak cukup
97 Chs

Chapter 36

“I wasn’t going to order soldiers to their certain death to count heads. Not when we’d already lost so many,” Isobel said to Elora. “And not when the mountains have their own guardians. The geas cast on the dragons ensured they would keep the haldur from leaving the cliffs again. The seers confirmed that.” For a moment there was a clear sheen of pain in her eyes, doubtless because she was thinking of Aethelreda, her lost consort.

Camma snorted. “And maybe the dragons don’t give a tick’s buried head if the haldur get out of the Shadowcliffs or not. We need to stop assuming the dragons are going to save our tails.”

It was easy to hear Elora’s wings flutter in the uneasy silence. “Well, either way, we need to settle on an escape route.” She pointed at one of the maps. “The easiest one is south, provided anyone fleeing can keep ahead of the haldur. And there’s also the sea route to Isial.”