Riddle In Stone (Book 1)

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by Robert Evert


  If you’re going to fight him, get closer! You can’t do squat from here! Make him use that spear for thrusting. At least then you can parry it.

  Edmund inched forward cautiously, closing the distance between him and the troll so that he was just out of the spear’s range.

  “I’m going to tear your fingers off,” the troll said. “Then your stubby little arms.”

  I have to get out of here . . .

  Focus. Don’t let him distract you. You won’t get many opportunities. So when he attacks, block the spear and stab him. Keep your feet under you. Move!

  Edmund circled a few steps to his left.

  “I’m going to use your skull as a drinking cup,” the troll went on. “Why don’t you run and give me some sport?”

  Yes, run!

  Edmund wiped the sweat from his hands. “It’s too dark. I’d r-r-run . . . I’d run into a tree.”

  “You aren’t as stupid as you look.”

  The troll jabbed his spear at Edmund’s head.

  Edmund sprang out of the way of its sharpened point.

  Zipping up from behind, Becky nipped at the troll’s toes. A flick of its foot sent her flying off into the darkness with a yelp.

  Do something!

  Leaning forward, Edmund swung his short sword, missing the creature by at least four feet.

  It laughed at him.

  You’re never going to touch him from back here! Get closer.

  If I get closer, he’ll skewer me!

  Edmund took a step closer.

  “How did you lose your eye?” The troll asked, as if wanting to prolong their battle.

  He feigned a stab of his spear.

  Crying out, Edmund hopped back.

  Be calm! And buy time! Look for an opening.

  “Goblins burnt it out,” Edmund said, conscious of the sweat-soaked patch covering the hole where his eye used to be. “Actually, you, you . . . you met them a while back. Kravel and Gurding?”

  At this, the troll straightened, his face showing a mixture of astonishment and trepidation. Seeing his distraction, Edmund shot forward, swinging his notched sword. Recovering from his surprise just in time, the troll blocked Edmund’s blow with the haft of his spear. A small wedge of wood fell from where the sword struck.

  Edmund scurried back, putting himself out of the troll’s long reach.

  “Kravel and Gurding?” the troll asked, unnerved. “You’re joking.”

  Becky reappeared out of the darkness, leaves and thorns sticking in her muddy fur. Keeping her distance from the troll, she snapped at the night air.

  “Not at all. A . . . a c-c-c-couple, a couple of years ago they spoke with you about me. Something about a weapon made of a bluish metal, I believe.”

  The troll flinched.

  “You stutter,” he said, as if putting together distant memories. “And you have a dog.”

  Get him in the knee! If he can’t run, you might be able to get out of here alive.

  Edmund lunged forward again, jabbing at the troll’s elephant-like leg. The troll parried the blow with a swipe of his spear, the force of which nearly wrenched the ringing sword out of Edmund’s hands.

  A cloud passed over the bright moon, plunging the valley into deeper darkness.

  The roar of the river continued unabated.

  “If you know Kravel and Gurding,” the troll said, stepping back still further, “tell me this. Which is the smart one?”

  Force him into the river. Perhaps he’ll slip on the wet stones.

  You’re good as dead if you stay here. You can’t fight a troll. You’re just a stuttering fool of a librarian!

  “Kravel,” Edmund said, sliding to his left. “Kravel was the smart one. Gurding was just an idiot who did what he was told. But they didn’t have a brain between them.”

  The troll retreated another step, keeping Edmund in front of him.

  “What do you mean ‘didn’t’?”

  “I killed them,” Edmund lied.

  He sprang forward, the tip of his sword coming within an inch of the troll’s left knee.

  Damn! You’re never going to stab him with this tiny sword. You need something bigger.

  The troll laughed. “You’re a fine liar. I just spoke to—”

  Suddenly, something the size of a bat flew through the dimness, sailing just behind the troll’s head and splashing into the river’s foamy current. As the troll spun to see what it was, Edmund drove forward again; this time his short sword scored deep into the troll’s enormous thigh. Black blood spurted, sizzling as it hit the damp ground.

  Howling, the troll whirled around, his spear connecting with Edmund’s ribs. Edmund flew backward, landing ten feet from where the troll stood.

  Becky launched herself at the distracted troll, biting its ankle.

  As the troll attempted to fend Becky off, Edmund scrambled to his feet and charged. Shifting his weight, he was just about to impale the troll through its unprotected belly when something cold smacked against his temple. He fell sprawling to the ground.

  “Sorry!” Pond yelled from the ridge high above them.

  On his back, his head swimming, Edmund felt blindly for his weapon.

  “There’s a reward for you,” the troll said, ignoring Pond’s volley of stones and the growling puppy clamped onto his leg. “A huge reward!”

  Edmund’s fingers wrapped around the mud-covered hilt.

  If only I had a lance or—

  A longer sword? Your spell! Your spell! Use your spell!

  The troll bent over, reaching for Edmund’s throat, and gloated, “You’re going to make me very, very wealthy!”

  His hand trembling, Edmund pointed his short sword up at the troll and uttered the incantation his father taught him when he was a child. “Forstørre nå!”

  In a flash, the sword doubled in length, piercing the troll between his eyes and popping through the back of its skull with a bone-splitting crack.

  The troll shuddered, then toppled forward. Its immense leathery torso crashed down on Edmund’s face and chest, pinning him against the rocky ground. He screamed for Pond as the troll’s hot blood coursed over him, burning his skin.

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  Table of Contents

  RIDDLE IN STONE

  Copyright

  Dedication

  PART ONE

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  PART TWO

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  PART THREE

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  P
ART FOUR

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-One

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  PART FIVE

  Chapter Fifty-Four

  Chapter Fifty-Five

  Chapter Fifty-Six

  Chapter Fifty-Seven

  Chapter Fifty-Eight

  Chapter Fifty-Nine

  Chapter Sixty

  Chapter Sixty-One

  Chapter Sixty-Two

  Chapter Sixty-Three

  EPILOGUE

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Sneak Peek at Book Two...

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