Fire and Fantasy: a Limited Edition Collection of Epic and Urban Fantasy

by CK Dawn

  “It came for Prince Vladimir,” Ashburn called. “He’s leaving you.”

  Of course, Vladimir’s thoughts had turned to memories, and Ashburn had read them. Blood drained from Lucienne’s face. She looked around for Vladimir and finally spotted him, a small figure now, at the far end of the plain. Lucienne raced toward him, but her legs weren’t fast enough to get to him before the MiG-25 did.

  “Vlad, no! Wait! Vladimir Blazek, you can’t! You can’t just leave!” Lucienne screamed, willing her legs to move faster. Vladimir turned to look at her, but he was too far away for her to see his expression. Helplessly, she watched him climb into the co-pilot’s seat.

  “Vlad, please don’t. Don’t leave me behind!” Lucienne begged. She’d do anything to make him stay. She was so sorry for what she had done to him. She wanted to tell him that she’d wronged him greatly and would make up to him. The fighter’s metal canopy sealed shut. The silvery bird took off and vanished from view.

  Lucienne crumpled to the ground, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders heaving as she sobbed in utter heartbreak. The world before her now was formlessly bleak. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but Kian was at her side, pulling her into his arms, stroking her hair, as she wept.

  “Shush, let him go,” Kian coaxed. “He needs some space.”

  “He can have his space in Sphinxes.”

  “He cannot, not after he saw—”

  Lucienne then realized Kian had also seen her and Ashburn kissing from the mountain. “I’ll get him back.” She jerked away from Kian, looking up at him, clench-jawed. “We never leave a soldier behind!”

  “That’s a mission for another day, kid,” Kian said.

  “Who is his secret ally?” Lucienne demanded, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand.

  “You do know Prince Vladimir had his own connections before he joined forces with you, don’t you?” Kian said. “And consider his uncle’s network. The old duke would be very happy to welcome his heir back, especially after the prince spent the past three years inside the Siren’s tight circle. The intel he has is highly valuable to any party.”

  “You think he’ll betray me?”

  “He might think you betrayed him.”

  “Even so, he’ll not sell me out,” Lucienne said. “I know Vladimir.” She also realized her team trusted him enough to let him go.

  “I hope so. If he turns on you, I’ll hunt him to the corners of the earth.”

  “I can’t think straight. My mind is like messy threads. Can’t find the beginning. Can’t find the end. Can’t—”

  “Then don’t find anything, and don’t worry about the Czech prince for now.” Kian looked around. Two aircrafts from Sphinxes landed not far from them. “The reinforcements have arrived. We need to tend to our wounded.”

  “Orlando is gone, so are Cam, Gideon, Matthew . . .” Lucienne said, and her tears came back in full force. “The strike was meant for me. Orlando took it.” She looked at Kian desperately, as if by staring into the eyes of her mentor, she could bring Orlando and others back.

  The muscles in Kian’s jaw twisted tightly. For a moment, he couldn’t speak. The grief in his hard sapphire eyes weighed heavier than the war.

  “You killed Seraphen, the angel?” he finally said.

  “Yes, but he’s no angel.”

  “Doesn’t matter. He’s dead. Well done, my Siren.” But the pride in Kian’s eyes didn’t lessen his pain and grief. The wound in his head opened again, blood streaming down the side of his face.

  That brought Lucienne’s sense of reality back. She looked him over. He had severe burns across his shoulders, and he’d been wounded from the side of his left thigh to his knee. His ragged pants couldn’t cover the injury. Lucienne had shut everything out once Vladimir left her. How could she be so selfish as to focus only on her own anguish?

  She turned and shouted. “Medics!”

  A military medic rushed toward Kian and Lucienne with emergency kits in his hands. Two commandos followed him. Ziyi, in her shiny qipao and high heels, sprang after them.

  “I’m all right.” Kian waved the medic away. “Look for those who are worse.”

  “Nonsense!” Lucienne said. “You’re wounded badly. I don’t want you to lose too much blood or get an infection.”

  The medic knelt beside Kian, checking him. “It’s bad, Mr. McQuillen. We’ll need to get you to the surgical room in Sphinxes.”

  “Are you kidding me?” Kian glared at the medic.

  “Take him now. And ship anyone who needs immediate care to Sphinxes too,” Lucienne ordered. “And I swear on my life, Kian McQuillen, you’ll be the first one on that plane.”

  The two commandos supported Kian by his shoulders and carried him to the Snow Eagle, supervised by Lucienne. “You’re no use to me here with an injury like that,” she said. “And, remember, when a warrior is injured in the field, he must stay in bed and listen to his doctor.” She planted a kiss on Kian’s forehead before the soldiers dragged him aboard the plane. “Make no more trouble.”

  When the injured had been taken care of, Lucienne turned to Ziyi. The girl had been strangely quiet. “Why did you come, Ziyi? You can’t stand the sight of blood.”

  “I wanted to be here for you,” Ziyi said. “I couldn’t stand seeing you . . . broken like that.”

  “Why didn’t you warn me an aircraft was coming for Vladimir?” Lucienne asked. Her anger had resided, but the sharp pain stayed. It was like a blunt force tearing away parts of her, and she wondered if this wound would ever heal. “I know Ashburn didn’t block Dragonfly. If you had told me, I could have stopped Vlad from leaving.”

  “I’m sorry,” Ziyi choked with a sob. “But he was a train wreck. I’ve never seen him like that. I know it broke your heart, but it won’t help if he stayed.”

  “How do you know if it helps or not?” Lucienne hissed. “It’s not for you to decide. It’s not for anyone to decide. It’s for me to decide!”

  “I consulted Kian. I told him I wouldn’t tell you about Prince Vladimir’s departure. It’s for the best, for both you and Vladimir. He’ll need space. No matter how many times you break his heart, he’d still come back to you. That’s how in love he is with you. And to be fair, it was his decision. We all saw you and . . .” Ziyi’s eyes darted toward Ashburn, who was watching Lucienne.

  Even after the battle, even amid all the wreckage, he still looked incredible and otherworldly beautiful. Ziyi stared at Ashburn in wonder, lost in thoughts and lacking words. When Lucienne tapped the girl’s shoulder to bring her back to reality, Ziyi stuttered, “Don’t be mad at me, Lucia. I can’t bear it. This is the saddest day. So many of our people died.” She moved closer to Lucienne and hugged the regal girl.

  Lucienne’s body was stiff, and she tried to shove Ziyi off, but her friend clung to her as if holding on for dear life, until the Siren stopped pushing. Lucienne bent down and buried her face in Ziyi’s purple hair and cried with her friend.

  When Lucienne recomposed herself, she went to each dead soldier to say farewell. She knelt beside each one, her hand closing his eyes if they were open, and quietly mourned. At each, Ashburn crouched beside her, telling her each of her warrior’s happiest memories.

  Lucienne stayed with Orlando the longest.

  Twenty-Three

  Her hands hugging her legs, Lucienne sat on the rooftop of the Ghost House, watching the sun slowly drop toward the distant ring of mountains. The roof was made of the same material as the pillar entrance to the Rabbit Hole. Its ice-like sheen gave the illusion that one might fall through it.

  The town stretched under her feet. Its gardens had regained some of their previous colors, powered by Ashburn’s TimeDust, but the faded greens and oranges indicated that Nirvana would never fully return to its former glory. Everything had changed.

  She had lost thirty-nine good, loyal men. The warriors’ bodies were shipped back to Sphinxes. The mechanics and engineers were wrapping up the repairs on BL7—in
a few hours, it would be good enough to take off, and Lucienne and the remaining team would go home in the wake of bitter memories.

  Her mind drifted to the voice that came to her through her Siren’s mark twice—once, when she almost killed Ashburn and again when she was nearly killed by Seraphen. Whatever the force represented, it wanted to preserve both her and Ashburn. Ashburn’s words resonated in her head. “It’s how the TimeDust was designed—to put us together, so we’ll bring the end to the world.”

  She doubted it. What was the significance of her and Ashburn being together? She was meant to introduce Eterne to Earth. But what if opening the portal unleashed the ultimate evil, and she led humankind to a slaughterhouse instead of quantum evolution?

  A movement behind her shattered her train of thought. She knew who it was without turning to look. The pulse of energy in the air told her.

  Ashburn had come to say goodbye.

  Lucienne had finally chosen to let him go. If she could have done that in the beginning, her warriors would still be alive, and Orlando wouldn’t be buried under six feet of Sphinxes’ soil. Jed said sacrifice was necessary. The Siren had to do whatever it took to get things done and needed to make impossibly tough decisions. But to what end?

  “It’s not all your fault.” Ashburn said beside her. “No matter what you did, you would cross paths with Seraphen. You’re the Siren, and his assignment is to protect me by erasing you.”

  “After the sunset,” Lucienne said, “my men and I will leave for good.”

  “I know,” Ashburn said, looking sidelong at her, and Lucienne felt his body heat. It called her to respond, but she remained still. “I’m going with you,” he added.

  Lucienne held her breath for several seconds and exhaled. “Okay,” she said.

  “Aren’t you going to ask why?” he asked. “Aren’t you the least bit curious?”

  Despite everything, a smile floated to Lucienne’s lips. “I guess you finally decided it isn’t such a bad idea to see the outside world.”

  “I have the entire world, from antiquity till now, in my head, and Spike can take me anywhere I want to go,” Ashburn said. “I choose to go with you because I can’t bear not to see you. I tried to stay away from you before, but it didn’t end well. Even though the subprogram still warns me, all I can think of is you. I’m going to try to let my feelings run their course, so my desire won’t drive me mad. I hope it’ll wear off if I don’t fight it so hard.”

  “I tried to kill you, Ash.”

  “You stopped at the last moment. You couldn’t do it,” he said. “And when I had to watch Seraphen try to kill you and I could do nothing about it, I felt—” He looked away, as if he was experiencing the agony again.

  Lucienne angled her body toward Ashburn and put her hand in his. The shock of desire immediately rose in her. Lucienne jerked her hand away. She couldn’t withstand another temptation. She’d learned she wasn’t half as strong as she thought. “Ash—”

  “If you die, the whole world won’t matter anymore,” Ashburn continued. “I know it’s horrible and selfish to think like that. How can one girl outweigh every life on this planet? But I just can’t help it. I’ll fight the TimeDust by your side. Besides,” he paused, a wistful look on his face, “my parents are better off without me.”

  A wave of feeling came to Lucienne like a rainstorm striking a glass pane. It was hard to say it, but she must. “You know I won’t get involved with you romantically, right?”

  “Because of Vladimir Blazek?”

  “I won’t betray him again.”

  “He left.”

  That reminder instantly brought a knife to her heart. It wasn’t just her pain she carried, but his, too. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe, then she inhaled. “He’ll come back to me.”

  “What if he doesn’t?”

  “I’ll go to him,” Lucienne said, frowning at Ashburn’s cruelty.

  “But you can’t be with him.”

  “I know I can kiss only you, but it’s just the program, as you said,” Lucienne continued, despite the hurt surfacing in Ashburn’s eyes. “I’ll find a way to be with Vlad. He gave up everything for me. I’ll not cast him aside like he means nothing.”

  “Did you know he’s already picked up what he left at Sphinxes?”

  “Tell me where he is. You have his memory.”

  “I can’t help you with that, Lucienne.”

  “Can’t or won’t?”

  “Won’t.”

  Lucienne glared at Ashburn. He looked away. Even her frustration couldn’t make her pull away. The attraction continued to grow with a life of its own. Lucienne wondered if their kiss had spiced up the drive. She could tell Ashburn felt its calling, too, for he clenched his fists and moved a few inches away from her, as if that was the best he could do. Lucienne also moved a couple of inches away from Ashburn because that was the best she could do.

  “Fine! I’ll find out myself,” she said.

  “Good luck, then.” Ashburn lay down on the half-transparent rooftop, his hands behind his head. A stray silver hair dangled over the corner of his eye.

  Lucienne ignored him, but not for long. She turned to look at him, drinking in his beauty as he smiled and gazed back at her through his long lashes. His eyes shifted from ice blue to a pale shade of gray, like the first light in the sky. “I won’t help you with him, but I’ll help you break the curse on you. I won’t ask for anything in return, until you have the freedom to choose.” Then he turned back to watch the sunset.

  Lucienne joined him, watching the setting sun, remembering the words of the I-Ching master on the night of her coronation. “Nine years after the Siren has set things in motion, she’ll face two boys tied to her irrevocably. One will offer life disguised as death; the other will lead to death with great love.”

  “What does that mean? Are they going to hurt her? Which boys? You got names?” Kian McQuillen had asked urgently.

  Dr. Hsi’s smile grew unfathomable. “The ending is hidden even from the I-Ching, which is most interesting. What she chooses will decide the courses of many and how the world turns . . .”

  Lucienne’s Eidolon vibrated in her pocket. Without checking, she knew it was from her crew. Black Lightning Seven was waiting for her to go home. But she would stay here, on Ghost House’s rooftop, a little longer, and watch the red, hot sun dive toward the cold, silvery mountain with the last lover’s kiss.

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  THE PRINCE (DARK CHEMISTRY #2)

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  Plight of the Perfect Prince

  Jason Paul Rice

  Copyright 2017 by Jason Paul Rice

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior permission of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. All names are made up and used fictionally. Any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental. Any resemblance to real events is only part of the author’s imagination.

  Plight of
the Perfect Prince

  A prince, a dwarf wizard and a castle outcast.

  Prince Ali-Steven Wamhoff has a deep secret burning inside his chest. To reveal the secret of his forbidden romance would result in certain death for many innocent people. As his king father tries to mold him into the perfect successor, the Prince is torn with emotion.

  He knows if he reveals the name of his lowborn wife, his father will have her entire family killed. When Ali-Steven gets his secret wife pregnant, it complicates everything even more.

  Will he abandon his wife and future child to enjoy the fruits of nobility?

  Or will he thwart the opportunity to be King of Donegal to stay with the woman he loves?

  One

  Elmund

  Hundreds of Years Ago Before Donegal was a Kingdom

  His days as a slave appeared to be over as he shuffled his stunted legs as fast as they would carry his tiny body. He couldn’t build up the courage to look back as he clawed at the crushed leaves and dirt, trying desperately to get to the top of the hill. The battle sounds in the distance started to die down.

  Elmund Harpsring slid back down an incline and turned around. He grabbed hold of some roots growing above ground to stop his slide. He steadied himself and reached a plateau with some woods and another hill ahead when he realized he had nowhere to go. He had no coin, food or serviceable skills. Elmund only knew he was headed for freedom. His days cleaning up after the monkeys on the pirateer ship were finally over.

  The dwarf came across a wagon trail in the middle of the woods. He debated whether to cross the path or follow it to the nearest town.

  Elmund decided to get on the high ground in case he had to defend himself despite the fact that he didn’t carry a weapon. The fifty-three-year-old dwarf had trouble catching his breath as he wheezed, but persisted upward.