The ruby eyed man had been asked to officiate, and Shiver was asked to be their witness. The ceremony was to take place on the west side of the chasm, and as soon as Fosalia appeared with the goswigs, Medolas and Clandestiny gave the priestess a hug and then quickly turned to face Gablysin.
“Let’s get this moving,” Shiver announced. “The priestess must hurry.”
Gablysin lifted a book that held the customary vows that all Isorians spoke on the Peak of their union. “On this Peak, two Isorians vow to pledge their life’s sources to one another.”
Clandestiny held up her hand. “Gabs, stop.”
Medolas pulled his gaze off the ruby eyed man to find Clandestiny’s eyes. “Are you okay?”
“I am,” she smiled. “I’m more than okay.”
“Then why did you stop him?”
Clanny leaned in and kissed Medolas ever so softly on the lips. “Nothing about our relationship has ever been like any other. Why should we start now? I have one question, and one question only to ask.”
Medolas liked the tone in her voice. He could not remember the last series of moments when Clandestiny looked this lovely. Her soft, blue skin was flawless, and it complemented the white of her garments and the gems on top of the veil she wore on her head. He decided to play along. “And what would this question be, my love?”
Clandestiny adjusted her body into the sexiest position she could muster. With her head tilted, she used her tongue to wet her lips. “My question is ... do you?”
Medolas’ grin spread from ear to ear. “Oh, I do,” he declared. “I do until the end of my last breath.”
“Then kiss her already,” Gablysin encouraged. “What are you waiting for?”
The first kiss of their union was filled with passion.
To Be Continued
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SNEAK PEEK
Book 4
The Liberation
of Trollcom
The Vampire Underworld
Early Bailem
WITH THE REST OF THE VAMPIRE UNDERWORLD HANGING from the ceiling amidst the maze of tunnels that existed deep beneath the Mountains of Gannesh, this was the moment the Mischievous One had been waiting for. Everyone was asleep. The claws on their feet were dug into the stone, and if a noise could be heard, it would be that of a vampire snoring.
Lasidious had used his position as king to order the underworld to feast, and a banquet of corgans had been gathered by the minions of his army. With the blood of the beasts being distributed during a celebration of their queen’s dedication to motherhood, it would not be until after Late Bailem before anyone would wake.
As the Mischievous One approached the cribs of Garrin and the Prince of Brandor, he took a moment to admire the work Yolan had put into this particular section of the cave. She had turned it into a peaceful place, despite the fact the earth was cool and dark. The children’s nursery had been elegantly decorated, and Yolan had used a wonderful array of color to soften the harshness of the walls. She had even used a natural sealant to keep the moisture of the earth from seeping through.
Lasidious smiled as he stood between the cribs and looked at the faces of the boys. Yolan was a good mother. Even the blankets the babies had tucked around them exuded her love. The craftsmanship of their designs had taken the queen many moments to create.
Yolan had waited more than 100 seasons for Lasidious to deliver his promise, and she was not about to give her babies anything but a perfect home. With the children taking to the milk from her bosom, the boys had embraced the Vampire Queen as if she was, indeed, their mother.
Lasidious could only smile as he took a moment to allow himself to think about the joy the children had brought to Yolan’s face, but the moments for reminiscing about fond memories were over. It was now or never. Something inside his mind was warning him not to wait. If his feeling was right, judgment could be brought down on him at any moment.
Reaching inside his tunic, the Mischievous One removed a knife. The blade was long and sturdy. He had created it just before he surrendered his position at the table inside the Hall of Judgment on Ancients Sovereign, and a sharper knife could not be found anywhere on this newly created world the gods had renamed Hell.
The handle of the blade was made of nasha wood—which was ironic—since the wood was from the same tree that bore the fruit to restore life. The handle was thicker than most. It had to be. Because on this morning, if it did not hold up under the pressure, the Mischievous One would not achieve his goal, and his sacrifice of godliness would be for nothing.
Taking a deep breath, Lasidious reached into Garrin’s crib and pulled back the child’s blanket. I’m glad you’ve come to trust me, my son, he thought. Without it, my reascension would be impossible. This is what you were born for. He paused and then sighed. I do wish there was another way.
Lifting the knife in front of his face, Lasidious took note of his reflection as he watched the mercy he felt for Garrin disappear from his eyes. A moment later, he gently lifted the baby’s shirt and placed the blade against the child’s sternum.
Fellow soul ... I wish I could tell you if the baby lived or perished. It looks like you’re going to have to read Book 4, Crystal Moon, The Liberation of Trollcom, to find out. It’s coming soon.
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Table of Contents
Praise for Worlds of Crystal Moons
Special Thanks
Copyright Information
The Author
Chapter 1: Traveling Companions
Chapter 2: Breath for a Breath
Chapter 3: Into the Darkness
Chapter 4: Ring of Fire
Chapter 5: A Smeared Memory
Chapter 6: Just One Drop
Chapter 7: A God that Spits
Chapter 8: Heads Roll
Chapter 9: Whims of the Mighty One
Chapter 10: Fragile Mortal Minds
Chapter 11: Emerging Demons
Chapter 12: You’re Not the Father
Chapter 13: For the Love of Your Woman
Chapter 14: Dragonia + Hell = Screwed
Chapter 15: Garesh! Garesh! Garesh!
Chapter 16: A Big Marble of Dirt
Chapter 17: Bagges Weed
Chapter 18: A Chastised Dragon
Chapter 19: A Skittish Serwin
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