Inheritors of Chaos
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Naos has come to Calamity, and chaos has come with her. Cordelia had enough problems without teaming up with former enemies in order to defeat a mad goddess. And she doesn’t yet know that the Storm Lord has been resurrected in a new body. On the plains, the prophet Lydia is convinced that Fajir is the one chosen to stop a massive firestorm in the future, if only Fajir wasn’t so set on killing everyone around her.
With their murderous leader dead, hostilities have ceased among the drushka, but the long-living aliens are slow to adapt. The last thing they want is a drushkan king with powers none of them dreamed of before.
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By the Author
The Pyradisté Adventures
The Pyramid Waltz
For Want of a Fiend
A Kingdom Lost
The Fiend Queen
The Godfall Novels
Paladins of the Storm Lord
Widows of the Sun-Moon
Children of the Healer
Inheritors of Chaos
Thrall: Beyond Gold and Glory
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br /> Coils
House of Fate
The Tattered Lands
Acknowledgments
As always, this book wouldn’t be possible without my writing groups: Angela, Deb, Erin, Matt, Natsu, Pattie, Sarah, and Trakena. Y’all only get better.
A continuing thank you to Bold Strokes Books and all its authors. When I’m with you, I’m home.
Thanks to all the readers who’ve loved this series. Let’s geek out sometime.
I love you, Mom. You made it all possible.
Dedication
For David
Chapter One
Patricia Dué had to admit that Dillon seemed to know what he was doing. Even after their former ship, the Atlas, had crashed in the mountains to the north and Patricia’s newly conquered mine had collapsed, Dillon looked confident. He marched toward the shattered tunnel, barking orders before the dust had a chance to clear.
Even Patricia responded to his commands, using her macro-psychokinetic power to lift rubble clear of the mine shaft while her follower Raquel used a mix of macro- and micro-psychokinesis to drill a hole so those trapped in the tunnels could climb out. The other members of Raquel’s group—like Patricia, former inhabitants of the Atlas—used their powers to direct Raquel’s drilling.
Patricia could sense the trapped people, too. With her myriad powers, she could help them stay alive until they were rescued. And she could heal them after that, but she could do nothing about the dead. The miners lifted the bodies free anyway, so many corpses, and Patricia thought again of Naos, of the hundreds of years she’d spent as a prisoner in a mind that used to be her own.
Patricia’s terror at seeing the Atlas blaze overhead had faded a little. She had time to escape. Even with all her power, Naos couldn’t teleport or fly. On the ground of the planet of Calamity, she’d have to walk like everyone else.
Patricia turned back to the corpses, determined that no one else would die. These were her people, now, even if telepathy had initially made them that way. She couldn’t help a jolt of guilt; she’d brought them to this disaster when she’d taken over the small community. Naos wouldn’t have come here if Patricia hadn’t escaped from their shared mind.
Every other part of Patricia rebelled against that thought. She’d treated these people well, brought them together, brought them peace with their plains and hill dwelling neighbors. So what if she’d had to use telepathy to do so? In the end, they’d been happy to be convinced. At least she wasn’t like Naos who seemed on a quest to turn everyone into clones of herself.
Patricia paused and waited for Dillon’s snide voice to disagree, to call her a coward or some other vile name, but of course, he wasn’t a guest in her mind anymore. She’d found a place to put him: in the body of Gale’s mayor, the former Liam Carmichael.
Between the power users and Dillon’s efficient orders, many of the miners made it out of the tunnels alive. Patricia watched as they hugged their comrades or wept over the dead. Some seemed to be weeping in relief that they still lived, but they didn’t know how bad things were about to get.
First of the many problems she’d have to deal with: Dillon. Dillon’s new body walked toward her with a confident stride, cockier than the mayor’s steps had been. The mayor’s body was handsome, fit, and in its twenties or early thirties. He had a brown ponytail and startling green eyes. Combined with Dillon’s cocksure swagger, it was a very attractive package, even if looking at him also made her want to smack him. She was just glad he wasn’t in her head anymore to read her attraction.
He nodded to the house where she’d put him inside his current body scant hours ago. She followed without a word, leaving Jonah, her servant inside Dillon’s old body, in charge of the miners.
The mayor’s two escorts were lying right where Patricia had left them when she’d knocked them unconscious. A young woman in leather armor and a slightly older man wearing metal; they weren’t going anywhere unless Patricia’s power let them.
“What are we going to do with them?” Dillon asked.
It was a test. Did he want her to suggest killing them so he could accuse her of being bloodthirsty, or should she say to spare them so he could call her weak?
Unless… “Nothing,” she said. She wanted to say they were his problem and leave him to it, but with Naos on Calamity, she needed allies. “With a little prompting, they’ll get used to you as the new mayor of Gale.”
He rubbed his chin, then looked at his hand in surprise as if just recognizing his new body. Her powered senses detected a wave of happiness rolling off him. “I’ll need you to pull some details from them if I’m going to pull off that charade.”
“If either of them knew the mayor well, I can.” She wished she’d paid more attention to the personality she’d pulled out of the mayor, but in her haste to bring Dillon out, she’d scattered Liam’s thoughts in her own mind, and there was no putting his memories back together again. “When did you want…I mean, are you going to Gale now, or…”
“Don’t worry, sweets.” He lifted a hand before she could protest the nickname. “Patricia. I’ll help you out with Naos, the big bad wolf.” He looked at his new body as if admiring it.
She turned away, sickened. She’d stolen yet another body, something Dillon had chastised her for, but she hadn’t had a choice. When she’d claimed his old body, it had been out of a selfish need for companionship, but now she had to stop whatever Naos had planned, both for her sake and everyone else’s.
When she looked back, she caught Dillon glancing down the front of his trousers. “Ugh, grow up,” she said.
“Just getting the lay of the land, sweetheart.” He gave her a wink.
She rolled her eyes. “I only hope you approve.”
He gave her a calculating look, then smiled, and she knew what he was thinking without reading him. He feared her powers now that he wasn’t lodged in her mind like a tick. Good, that corrected their imbalance of power a little. If he became too cocksure, she could take what she needed about combat and defense from his memory and leave him to rot, even if that left her without his forceful personality. It was good to know she had options, even if they all seemed shitty.
* * *
The sight of the Atlas flying overhead had made Cordelia’s belly go cold. She’d seen the ship before on two out-of-body experiences, and she’d never forget that sleek hull, the acres of rare metal that would drive any Galean wild.
And she’d also never forget the madwoman in charge of it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cordelia muttered as she’d watched the ship rattle and boom overhead, headed for the mountains in the north before its crash echoed across the plains. It would be causing havoc at the mine, shaking the mountains down around them, around Liam.
She was still staring, worry after worry piling in her mind until she realized Nettle and Horace were talking with the others, asking her what in the world was going on.
“It’s the Atlas,” she said. No one on the planet had seen it except for her and the people who’d been alive two hundred and fifty years in the past when the Atlas had first come to this planet and launched Cordelia’s ancestors to the surface to be their worshipers. Now the truth was out, and people knew that the original Atlas inhabitants who’d remained in space so long ago weren’t gods. They were all on the planet, revealing themselves as human, but they still had powers that put everyone else to shame.
And the greatest of them just joined the party. “Naos is on board, has to be.”
“Why would she come here?” Nettle asked, sucking her sharp teeth.
“Are you sure?” Horace said at the same time.
“Can you reach Liam?” Cordelia asked Horace, hoping his telepathic abilities could stretch that far.
He frowned and shook his head. “Finding one mind among so many would be difficult, and with that Patricia woman around…”
Cordelia nodded. Patricia had easily subdued him when they’d visited the mine. But with Naos around, maybe Patricia would let do
wn her guard or turn the mine back over to Gale in order to have some allies. No matter what, she had to see that working with someone was better than facing Naos alone.
“Can you astral project that far?” Horace asked.
Cordelia shook her head. The ability to leave her body was quite handy in many cases, but her range wasn’t that far. That fact comforted her most of the time. Remembering when Naos had separated her mind and body still gave her nightmares.
“Do we go back?” Nettle asked, her head swinging between the mine in the distance and the long road back to Gale. In the swamp where her kind, the drushka, lived, the whorls and marks on Nettle’s dark brown skin would have camouflaged her against the surrounding trees, but here on the plains, where the only colors were the green of the grass and the white of stone, she stood out starkly.
As for her question, Cordelia had no answer. Part of her wanted to run back to Liam at the mine, but if Patricia didn’t want to let him go, there was little Cordelia could do. She needed Simon Lazlo, and he was in Gale. He was the linchpin who could combine enough power to bring someone like Naos down.
The sun was setting. Cordelia needed to decide. She wanted to hurry back to Gale so she could collect Simon, then take him to the mine to free Liam. But the track leading from the mine to Gale meandered between hillocks and ravines that cut through the plains. With lanterns, her party of paladins and scouts could stumble off the track and get lost, eating up more time.