“Come on. Let’s find him.”
Tamerlan sheathed his sword – it took two tries – and then Etienne led him down the steps and through the crowd.
The people had gathered in the streets and anyone not desperately fighting the fires stared into the distance where the dragon had fallen as if they still couldn’t believe it.
As they walked down the steps, the sky opened, and rain began to fall – torrents of it. It washed over the Clock of Ages. It poured in sheets over the fires. It soaked every soul to the bone in seconds, running in black rivulets of ash and soot down the streets and over the edges into the canals.
On Spellend, the day when all were washed clean, the water poured over H’yi, washing away the fury of the dragon, the blood of the Dragonblooded on the Clock of Ages, and the fear they’d all felt as the dragon destroyed H’yi. It washed over the devastation and frantic searchers in Xin. It poured over the tumbled ruins of Jingen. It flowed out down the rivers and into the sea, rippling out to the waiting ships of The Retribution. It soaked the fallen dragon in the crater he’d made in the earth.
No drop of salvation touched Marielle in her clock. No cleansing flood covered her.
And wet though he was on the outside, Tamerlan knew that the forgiveness of the heavens was not for him. He knew that he could never be washed clean. Not until the Legend was back in the clock. Not until the woman he cared about was free again. Not until he’d paid more than just the sight of one eye to save them all.
I HOPE THAT YOU ENJOYED reading Dawnspell as much as I enjoyed writing it. You can continue with the story here in Autumngale: Book Three of the Bridge of Legends or chat with us about it in the Discord group.
Behind the Scenes:
USA TODAY BESTSELLING author, Sarah K. L. Wilson loves spinning a yarn and if it paints a magical new world, twists something old into something reborn, or makes your heart pound with excitement ... all the better! Sarah hails from the rocky Canadian Shield in Northern Ontario -
learning patience and tenacity from the long months of icy cold - where she lives with her husband and two small boys. You might find her building fires in her woodstove and wishing she had a dragon handy to light them for her
Sarah would like to thank Harold Trammel and Eugenia Kollia for their incredible work in beta reading and proofreading this book. Without their big hearts and passion for stories, this book would not be the same.
Sarah has the deepest regard for the talent of her phenomenal artists – Francesca Baerald who designed the gorgeous map for this series and Lius Lasahido and his team at Polar Engine who created the gorgeous cover art that accompanies this book. Without their work, it would be so much harder to show off this story the way it deserves!
www.sarahklwilson.com
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