The Heretic: Templar Chronicles Book 1
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The Other had abandoned him for his failure.
*** ***
Cade emerged from the plantation house and stood for a moment on the back steps.
Ahead of him was a wall of grey. The fog was thick, unnatural. It felt more like a living presence than an inanimate object. He could sense it looming there, pressing against his awareness like an unseen danger, waiting to swallow him whole.
He knew that the Necromancer had disappeared into its depths.
He had no choice but to follow.
With his gun in one hand and his sword in the other, he plunged down the steps and into the mist.
*** ***
Unable to free Olsen from the twisted webbing that held him in place, Duncan was forced to support Olsen’s body with one hand and slice through the webbing and seat belt with his combat knife.
He caught his companion’s body as it dropped and carefully hauled him out of the wreckage of the chopper. He found a relatively clear piece of floor and laid him gently down upon it. Now that he was free of the crew cabin he could see that the chopper had smashed through ceiling of the conservatory and buried itself in the wall that attached it to the plantation house.
Looking through the gaping hole they had created, he could see the raging storm. Lightning flashed, illuminating the strange shapes moving in the clouds, but for the moment they no longer seemed interested in the wreck of the chopper.
Which was just fine by him.
A quick look at the front of the Blackhawk let him know there was no chance that either of the pilots had survived, so he returned to Olsen’s side, only to find him conscious.
Olsen’s hand reached out to Duncan.
“It’s all right. You’re okay,” Duncan said softly, kneeling over his companion and doing what he could to block his view of the large hunk of glass protruding from the man’s chest.
Olsen tried to respond, but only managed to cough up a large mass of blood.
It was clear to Duncan that his companion didn’t have long to live.
A man lay dying, and he had the power to save him, power that had been given to him by the Lord above. To ignore that power, to pretend it didn’t exist simply because he didn’t understand it was not honoring the Lord, as he’d believed for so long, but denying Him. Cade had it right, Duncan realized. It wasn’t where the power came from, but how it was used that was important.
He made his decision.
“Listen to me, Nick. I’m going to remove the piece of glass from your chest and see what I can do about that wound. It’s not going to be easy. You’ve got to stay with me, fight to stay alive, do you hear me?”
Olsen stared at him glassy-eyed, and Duncan was afraid he was already past the point of understanding, but finally he gave a short nod.
“All right. On the count of three.” Duncan grasped wrapped his hands around the shard of glass. He made certain he had a good grip on it, ignoring the way it bit into the flesh of his hands. He could deal with that later, after he managed to stabilize Olsen.
He caught Olsen’s gaze. “One, two, three…”
He pulled.
Olsen screamed.
The shard of glass came free with a wet, sucking sound.
The blood flowed in waves.
Duncan brought his own bleeding hands over the massive wound in Olsen’s chest.
*** ***
Cade did his best to move forward in a straight line, trusting that his sense of direction wouldn’t fail him.
Yet within moments, he knew he had sadly underestimated the fog. It felt like a cocoon. Visibility was limited to less than a foot in front of his face, the thickness of the fog working to strip his sense of direction from him.
He slowed, then stopped. He wanted to use his Sight, but there were too many unearthly creatures roaming the grounds at the moment; his Sight would be like a beacon fire in the night for them. Walking in the stuff was bad enough. Fighting a pitched battle against barely visible opponents would be far worse.
No, he had no choice but to continue forward.
He stepped off again, moving cautiously, aware of the passage of each moment like a ticking bomb, knowing every second increased the possibility that Logan had diverged from this course.
A shape moved in the fog ahead of him, a suggestion of a hooded figure, and Cade surged ahead, trying to catch up.
Ten steps later he emerged from the fog entirely.
The moon shone brightly, just as it had at the start of the incursion.
By its light he could see that the figure he was chasing was Gabrielle. As he watched, she disappeared inside the oak door of a small chapel.
*** ***
The Necromancer fell to his knees, pleading. “No! Don’t go! You can defeat them. You can recover the Spear, we can still succeed!”
His words bounced off the nearby walls, mocking him with their echo and the emptiness of the chapel around him.
He could feel his power waning; whatever gifts the Other had provided were disappearing along with their provider, and he was being left with only the petty knowledge he had gained on his own in the years before the Other’s coming.
His dreams of glory were fading with each passing second.
A shout from outside reached his ears.
He had only moments before his enemy was upon him.
He looked around frantically for a weapon.
*** ***
Cade pushed the door open fully, letting the moonlight illuminate the aisle before him that led into the heart of the chapel.
He could see an altar in the shadows ahead, but no sign of Gabrielle.
“Gabbi?” he called.
When no answer came, he stepped inside, waiting a moment on the other side of the threshold to let his eyes adjust to the dim light.
Cautiously, he started down the center aisle toward the altar.
Halfway to his destination, the quiet of the small chapel was broken.
Shrieking, the Necromancer charged out of the shadows and swung a large metal candleholder at Cade’s head.
Cade ducked beneath the attack, allowing the makeshift club to pass harmlessly over his head. Adrenaline surging, Cade went on the offensive, stepping inside his enemy’s swing, one hand against the other man’s upper arm, preventing him from coming back in that direction with another attack. At the same time, Cade’s left fist hammered into the Necromancer’s midsection, once, twice, three times.
His enemy countered by continuing his turn and coming around full circle, the heavy base of the candleholder sweeping in at foot level.
Cade jumped up and over the weapon, only to catch the other end across the side of his face as the Necromancer deftly maneuvered it to continue his assault.
The blow sent Cade to the ground, his sword tumbling out of reach.
The Necromancer rushed in, shoving the base of the candleholder at Cade’s face, intending to end the confrontation with one well-placed blow.
The Templar Commander would not be silenced that quickly.
He threw himself backward, into one of the pews, avoiding the potentially lethal blow as the base of the weapon smashed into the end of the pew itself.
The Necromancer screamed in frustration and lifted the heavy weapon over his head for another strike.
That was all Cade needed to turn the tide in his favor.
Diving out of the pew, Cade struck him hard, driving his shoulder into his solar plexus in a makeshift tackle. His momentum carried them across the aisle and against the end of the row of pews on the other side, where the Necromancer smashed bodily into the unyielding surface.
The pain of the blow forced him to drop the candleholder.
Gripping his robes with one hand, Cade rained several blows down on the necromancer’s unprotected face.
A knife appeared from somewhere inside the Necromancer’s robes, and he slashed at Cade with it.
A sliver of moonlight danced along its edge as it came inward toward him, giving Cade enough warning to skip
to the side, out of the way of its razor edge.
The move forced him to let go of his hold on the other man’s robes.
Knowing he needed more room if he was to evade further attacks, Cade stepped out into the open area in front of the altar. Logan rushed him.
Cade waited, timing his action.
As the knife came in, he stepped inside its reach, smashing the hard edge of both hands against the inside of the other man’s forearm. Keeping his left hand on his attacker’s wrist, pinning the blade away from him, he used the ridge of his other hand in the opposite direction to strike the Necromancer hard along the line of his neck, just below the ear.
The blow achieved its desired effect, stunning his attacker.
Securing a two-handed grip on the other man’s already extended arm, Cade stepped forward and heaved him bodily over his shoulder, throwing him to the floor on the edge of the altar steps.
Cade quickly recovered his sword and stalked back to where the Necromancer lay cowering on the steps of the altar.
Staring down at his foe, weapon in hand, he felt his rage spiral out of control.
This is the man who masterminded the attacks against the Order.
This is the man who was responsible for the death of over 100 of his brethren.
This is the man who had cooperated with the Adversary.
That last thought was enough to shatter what little control Cade had left. The man deserved to die.
With a cry of rage, Cade raised his sword over his head and brought it whistling down toward the Necromancer’s quivering form.
As the sword fell, a shout rang out from elsewhere in the room.
“Stop!”
The voice, and its tone, was instantly recognizable to Cade.
He twisted slightly and managed to turn the blade aside in time to prevent skewering the defeated man before him. Instead of slashing through the Necromancer, the blade struck harmlessly off the carpet next to him. The defeated man buried his face in his hands and mewled in fear.
Cade barely noticed.
He had eyes only for his dead wife, who was standing a few feet behind the altar.
“You need him, Cade.”
He snorted. “Like hell I do. The world will be a better place without him.” His thoughts turned for a brief moment to the death toll that could be laid at this man’s feet. “Justice demands his death.”
“Then justice will have to take a backseat. You will need him at some point in the future. I can see it. Without him, your vengeance will go unclaimed.”
Cade considered her remarks, knowing as he did so that if it hadn’t been for her previous warning, they might never have known about the traitor within their ranks. But still he wanted to know more.
“What will I need him for? And when?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know, or you can’t say?”
She didn’t respond.
Motion at the door caught his attention. Several Knights entered the chapel, their weapons at the ready.
“Sir?” Riley called, the question in his voice obvious.
“Here,” Cade replied, looking toward them with the briefest of glances. “The room’s secure.”
He turned back to face his wife, only to find she had gone as suddenly and as mysteriously as she had come.
But she had accomplished her end.
The Necromancer would live, at least for the time being. Others in the Order would turn their skills upon him and eventually he would tell them all he knew. At that point his fate would be up to those in charge.
But for the moment, he would live.
Cade turned his defeated prisoner over to his second-in-command and watched as the man was searched and secured by the other soldiers. Riley himself filled him in on what was happening.
“The complex is under control. The last of the Council members have been rounded up. A few of them are even talking, and with their help we hope to have the rest of the missing artifacts rounded up before long.”
“Casualties?”
“Eighteen dead, twelve wounded.” Riley hesitated, obviously searching for words.
“Just say it,” Cade said gruffly, a sudden dread filling his heart.
“The chopper Olsen and Duncan were in went down. Smashed straight into the conservatory. Olsen took a piece of shrapnel deep in the chest.”
“Is he dead?”
“No, boss. And that’s the problem. By all rights he should be, yet it looks like he’s going to be all right. Whatever Duncan did when he pulled him out of the wreckage saved his life. Some of the men are calling it a miracle.”
Cade covered his surprise. “Let them call it what they want,” Cade said gruffly. “Just make sure Olsen gets what he needs.”
“Yes, sir.”
As Riley turned away, Cade reached out and grabbed his arm. “Keep Duncan close, just in case.”
Riley grinned. “You can count on it, sir.”
As Riley escorted the prisoner out of the chapel, Cade remained behind. He walked down the center aisle and took a seat in the first row of pews, facing the altar.
“Gabbi? Are you still here?”
Only the silence answered him.
Using his Sight, he tried to find some trace of her lingering on the other side.
Where in the living world the chapel had lost its glory and had become just a small dark corner in a larger, darker world, in the Beyond, a startling transformation was taking place. Even as he watched, a golden light blossomed in the center of the room, slowly driving away the darkness and the shadows until it shone with the faith that had once infused its walls, a faith that was slowly forcing its way back in. The room was empty, but it was not without power.
And in that moment, his heart echoed that brilliance.
He found himself hoping that one day the burden of vengeance would be lifted from him as well, and that he, too, could feel such a cleansing.
But for the time being, he had a vow that still needed to be fulfilled.
Turning off his Sight and returning to the real world, he took one last look around.
The chapel seemed empty, but deep inside he knew the truth.
After all these years, he’d been so close.
Raising his head, he stared into the shadows at the back of the room.
“Run,” he said softly. “Run while you can. One day I will find you, and on that day there will be a reckoning.”
He hefted his sword and stared at the word etched into its blade. “A reckoning, indeed.”
With that he turned away and walked back up the aisle and into the rising dawn outside.
The story continues in A SCREAM OF ANGELS…
BEFORE LEAVING THE COMMANDERY
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The Heretic (Book One)
A Scream of Angels (Book Two)
A Tear in the Sky (Book Three)
Infernal Games (Book Four)
Judgment Day (Book Five)
Fall of Night (Book Six)
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Joseph Nassise is the New York Times and USA Today best selling author of more than twenty-five novels, including the TEMPLAR CHRONICLES series, the JEREMIAH HUNT trilogy, and the GREAT UNDEAD WAR series. He has also written several books in the popular Rogue Angel action-adventure series. He is a multiple Bram Stoker Award and International Horror Guild Award nominee and his work has been translated into half a dozen languages to date. He has written for both the comic and role-playing game industries and also served two terms as president of the
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The Heretic
Copyright 2010 by Joseph Nassise
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Table of Contents
TITLE PAGE
SUMMARY
WELCOME TO THE ORDER
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
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
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
BEFORE LEAVING THE COMMANDERY
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
COPYRIGHT