Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Rose and Thorn
Black Rose Sorceress, Book 2
Connie Suttle
SubtleDemon Publishing, LLC
Copyright (c) 2017 Connie Suttle All rights reserved.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, incidents, and characters are the product of the author's imagination and are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
ISBN: 9781634780070
Cover Art by: Renee Barratt @The Cover Counts
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 1
Kaakos
Sovereign Leader of the Free Nation of Ny-nes
"It is as you said," Venge, my top General, reported. "None of our troops survived the counterattack."
"I see. How wise it was of us to reserve some of our best troops, and to begin training others before the last ones made the journey to enemy lands."
"Very wise," Venge agreed. "The new trainees will be ready soon, my lord. The weapons have been improved, too, or so our designers claim."
"I look forward to the next battle," I responded. "We will eliminate our enemy and live in bliss after, as it is written."
"A most auspicious day," Venge bowed and left my office.
I turned to the window behind me, to gaze into the distance at Ny, the great city beyond my palace. As on most days, a thick, brown haze gathered above it, but that did not concern me.
The inconsequential lives of those dwelling there? They also did not concern me. The enemy's destruction was my ultimate goal; nothing else compared to that.
"I will have your death," I promised the land of Az-ca. "As it should have been at the beginning."
* * *
Past
King's City
Kerok
"Look at this." Hunter set a large book on my desk, atop the paperwork I'd been bent over for the past hour, attempting to work out expenses for the army-what was left of it, anyway.
A first glance at the open pages made me frown at Hunter. "It's blacked out," I attempted to shove the book toward him. I worked on expenses to take my mind off our inability to find Merrin and his sycophantic deserters. They'd disappeared, as if they'd never been. I wasn't naïve enough to believe them dead, though.
"This is The Book of the Rose, from your father's library," Hunter's statement drew me away from my thoughts and made me go still. In the past, I'd only read the first chapter. I found it boring and filled with information I'd already learned. I'd forgotten about it immediately, turning to more important studies of war and providing for an army.
"Why would anyone cover the pages with blocks of ink?" I blinked at Hunter.
"No idea, but every page past this one is the same-blacked out. Solid pages of ink fill the last fourth of the entire book."
"What do you think this means?" I asked my next question.
"Once, The Rose Mark wasn't a forbidden book. Do you think that manual was written on these pages, too?"
"I suppose that's possible," I drew in a breath and held it before allowing it to escape. "You know I have the copy that Drenn found in the catacombs," I said.
"I know. I'm glad you finally locked it away-we don't need the Council breathing down our necks and starting rumors we can't quell."
Hunter's words reminded me that we'd only sent half a dozen Council members packing-those Barth said were most dangerous and held the closest ties to Merrin. Aside from aiding a known criminal, they hadn't committed overt crimes. Father had stripped them of their titles and sent them away after they admitted-following Barth's divination-that they'd had contact with Merrin after his supposed demise.
We had eyes on them, now-after they'd returned to their homes. If Merrin appeared to any of them, their lives would be forfeit. Father hadn't told them that; I did. I meant it, too. They'd get a visit from Garkus or Kage-perhaps both. Neither would waste time dealing with traitors.
"Any word from our-ephemeral friend?" Hunter asked cautiously.
"I haven't heard from Kyri. I'm beginning to think she was only a phantom."
Hunter went still this time. "What did you call her?"
I jerked my chin up, my eyes meeting Hunter's. "By the first warrior," I breathed before dropping my eyes to the ink-blackened book before me. "Do you think?"
"It's possible," Hunter shrugged. "You said she told you to send mindspeak. Maybe you should ask."
"I hesitate," I began.
"Ah. The old adage. If you don't, then Sherra could be alive. If you do, she could be as dead as everyone believes she is."
"It's been seven weeks, Hunter, and no word from her. The only good to come out of those weeks is that the enemy hasn't returned to attack us. I think it's only a matter of time, and now that we know they have flying machines, we have to watch the skies constantly."
"I know." Hunter chose one of my guest chairs and sat, allowing his body to sag in weariness. "I think they're working to replace what was lost, and they'll come back even stronger-with more flying machines."
Flying machines. When that information was given to the Council, they were all afraid. The enemy could now fly over the poisoned lands or across water, to drop their bombs directly on the domes protecting the King's City and the farms surrounding it. They were no longer limited to the narrow land bridge as their vehicles were.
If an attack came at night by air, we only had our sense of hearing to alert us to the danger. A terrifying prospect at the very least, and all my loyal officers were discussing ways to deal with the situation.
"At least the enemy camp was obliterated by their own devices," Hunter said.
"Because Sherra saw to it." My words were bitter. "I was busy holding off our own traitorous troops, when the enemy sent an infernal weapon against us." I clenched a fist in anger-this was Merrin's fault. He'd interfered and turned many of my troops against me-and the Crown.
He was responsible for Sherra's death-if she were dead. I wanted Merrin's throat in my hands, so I could squeeze the air from his body.
"He will die on sight," Hunter soothed. "Immediately, once he's found. A swift death, my Prince."
"You're right." I felt defeated. Helpless. If Sherra were alive, why didn't she mindspeak to tell me so?
Every day, I floundered against that notion-that if she were truly alive, she'd let me know herself.
If she were alive, there was nothing to prevent it.
"Don't give up, Thorn," Hunter said softly. "We don't know everything there is to know."
"Hunter, ever
y day I'm reminded of how little we do know."
* * *
Present
Sherra
West Cana. That's what they called this land, where Kyri's City lay. Pottles-Doret-said there were a few other settlements farther north, but that they were intentionally remote and well-hidden, so the enemy would never guess at their existence.
It had taken three long months to recover from the poison my body had been exposed to, and another four months to find my strength again. Until that happened, the lessons Kyri taught me taxed my strength. This morning, she'd declared me completely healed and ready for more complicated training.
"Everything is now warmer than it once was," Kyri interrupted my thoughts. She sat on the other end of the stone bench I occupied, while in the distance, below the high cliff where we were, waters of an ocean glittered in an unusually clear afternoon.
"Doret says the same," I sighed. "At least it's cooler here than in Az-ca."
"One of the reasons I chose it," Kyri dipped her chin in a nod. "Without desalinated seawater for the King's City, it would have fallen long ago."
"Who built the King's City?" I asked.
"Someone with vision," she shrugged. "But that's a difficult lesson for another day. Today, we'll travel to one of the northern villages. I want you to meet the people there. Are you ready?"
"Yes," I agreed and stood.
Kyri rose beside me before stepping us to another place.
* * *
The village we visited was far different from the one Kyri created. Here, nothing was made of stone or concrete-all was constructed of wood, which was more bountiful where we were than in any place I'd ever been.
In fact, the high hillside behind the tiers of homes was covered in evergreens. The trunks of some were so thick two men couldn't wrap their arms about them.
A man approached as Kyri led me down a dirt-and-cobble street, set amid houses and a small community market, where vegetables and meats were being traded.
Most of the other people barely glanced in our direction before going on with their everyday lives.
The village could have been Merthis, except the houses and buildings were in better repair-what I could see of them, anyway.
"Kyri," the man smiled at my companion. "I haven't met this one, have I?"
His accent was strange and one I'd never heard before.
"Cole, this is Sherra, a trainee," Kyri smiled at the man. "Already, she is very talented."
"Would you like tea?" Cole asked, motioning us forward. "I just made a fresh pot."
"Of course," Kyri said.
My curiosity threatened to burst into questions; I doubted this man-or any of his fellow villagers-had come from any place I recognized.
We walked onto a sanded and varnished porch, before Cole led us into the small home. Inside, we found a small sitting room and next to that, a kitchen with a table and chairs.
Cole poured three cups of tea while Kyri and I sat on carefully carved chairs at the table. I had the idea that Cole had been expecting two visitors and made the appropriate amount of tea.
"Cole is considered the head man, or leader, of Ketchi," Kyri explained as Cole set our cups before us and took a seat across the table.
"Not bad for someone who was once an enemy of your people," Cole lifted his cup of tea in a salute before drinking.
"He came here when he was seven," Kyri answered my unspoken question. "He, like many others from that country, was born with power. You can imagine what happens to most of those children born there who hold such abilities."
My indrawn breath at what my imagination presented was audible. "They murder children?" I whispered.
"Hmmph," Cole responded.
"Most are tortured," Kyri gave a short answer. "Before they are killed. Their own parents believe they have been spelled or affected by the demons of Az-ca, when nothing is further from the truth."
"Or that their child was secretly taken by the enemy, leaving one of their devil children behind to infiltrate their numbers."
"That's-that's outrageous." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "How many?" My voice quavered as I asked the question.
"Numbers are growing as is expected, given the circumstances," Kyri shrugged and drank her tea. Following her example, I, too, lifted my cup to drink.
"They think that if they obliterate you, then the possession of their children will stop. That won't happen, of course, but you won't convince them otherwise. The recent attack was only the beginning," Cole observed. "They've recovered ancient technology, and they won't stop until you're all dead."
"How do you feel about this?" I asked after getting my rapid heartbeats to slow.
"If they had any sense, they'd recognize it for what it is-the evolution of the race into beings better able to deal with the climate and poisonous air, which was caused by those who came before us."
"How do you know all these things?" I turned to Kyri. If I touched Cole, I'm sure I'd find power there, although it could be different and feel alien to what I'd already experienced from those in Az-ca.
"Some of us can still read the old records," Kyri sighed. "I've given Cole access to those. You must understand, too, that I cannot save every child with power from Ny-nes. Only a few are brought here."
"Only a few will react properly to the teaching," Cole said, although he sounded regretful.
I sipped tea while I digested that information. "Does this mean that you've traveled to Ny-nes?" I asked Kyri.
"Yes, but not for the reasons you think, and not in recent history. That is a lesson for a future training session. You have the talent of divination, Sherra. I am going to teach you how to use it to see into other places and people. Once you accomplish that, you won't need to worry where you put your feet when you step."
"I will teach you what I-and others from this village-know of the people of Ny-nes," Cole said. "You'll need it when you travel to Ny-nes with Kyri to take down the manufacturing plants."
"But," I argued.
"They'll only send more planes armed with bombs if they aren't dealt with," Kyri snapped. "I know the King forbids it. If he understood what you saved them from seven months ago, he'd be begging someone to go."
"You're calling the flying machine a plane?"
"Short for airplane. It's an ancient term. It seems the population of Ny-nes has learned once again how to traverse the skies, although the flying range of the planes may be limited at the moment, because they've lost the technology to create better solar batteries. Still, what they have spells doom for Az-ca if something isn't done about it."
"They sent the first of the airplanes and the special bombs they'd successfully manufactured against you," Cole went on. "They believe that the one who destroyed those things was also destroyed. They will build more, and improvements will be made, I can assure you."
"We use the term barbarian for them, when normally that term is employed for a group that isn't technologically advanced," Kyri said. "I call them barbarians, because of their backward penchant for murdering their talented children and anyone else that doesn't follow their beliefs."
"This is frightening." I studied the small amount of brown liquid remaining in my cup. "Az-ca's army only knows the enemy wants to kill all of us. These explanations make that notion so much worse."
"Centuries have passed since anyone from Az-ca learned anything about the mindset of the enemy," Kyri breathed. "So much has been lost due to foolishness, anger and jealousy."
"Does it bother you that I killed the barbarian army?" I lifted my eyes to Cole's.
"They are my enemy, too," he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. "Do you think they'd let me live if they knew where I was? It is their desire to attack us, and never the other way around. We don't seek them out, but that has to change if we are to survive."
"I'd ask you to touch him, but I worry the memories he carries of abuse and torture will upset you," Kyri said softly. "They are terrible, and everyone in this village carries som
ething similar. They lean on one another for strength and support."
"If Kyri hadn't found me," Cole shrugged and turned his face away to contemplate his past.
"They also torture and kill those who are like Armon and Levi," Kyri explained. "Same sex partnerships are considered an abomination."
"Are some of those here, too?" I was mentally begging her to say yes-that she'd rescued as many as she could.
"Yes. There are many here who were persecuted and marked for death," she said. "Someday, you will help me in this."
"I may have to change all of Az-ca," I snorted.
"A daunting task," Kyri nodded. "But you must try. You have powerful allies," she added.
"Who may not remain allies, once I tell them what I want," I began.
"It will require a great deal of work, certainly. And there is the issue of the rogue warrior, who still lives."
"Did you see his handiwork?" I blinked at Kyri. "I saw burned and tortured bodies-of those who disagreed with his plans."
"I was aware."
My shoulders sagged at her admission. You can't save all of them, Kyri's mindspeak was gentle. It affects too many things going forward. Had those bodies not been there, Barth would have had nothing to divine to learn of Merrin's continued existence. If you hadn't been there to assist Barth, he would have seen only half of it. Merrin's developed new talents, thanks to Drenn's interference.
I saw terrible things when I saw Drenn and Merrin, I said.
Wait, you saw Drenn in all that?
Yes.
That's-I didn't expect that. It shouldn't be possible, using divination to jump from one to another like that.
I thought it was from Barth, I confessed.
He should be able to block that from you, even if he knew all of it, Kyri replied. I think you saw things Barth didn't, and some things Barth may not have wanted you to see. How long were you in contact with the Chief Diviner?
Moments at best-I pulled my hand away quickly.
"I'm sorry, Cole," Kyri apologized to our host. "I just learned something I hadn't known before-from Sherra."
"You have nothing to apologize for," he waved away her concern. "Want more tea?"
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