She shook her head, not wanting to believe it. “No, I don’t…”“If Ryder were to sacrifice you to that god, it would quiet the rumbling and quakes for another six hundred years,” he said to her. She pulled on the reins of her horse and eased it to a stop just a few feet away from Pythias’ horse.“The quakes are caused by this Osyron?”“And he is not dead, Lyra, he is very much alive. Just trapped by the blood of Khione women sacrificed in the years before.”“But what would happen if Osyron were to be set free? Would that not spell doom on Astaroth? He would seek vengeance!”“I am a worshiper and believer of Osyron, and it is my duty to see him rise again, so I cannot let the sacrifice happen.”“That is why you have taken me, that is why I have come to you. For protection, to be kept away from Ryder and the sacrifice.”“Yes, but it seems that is not enough anymore,” he said with a sigh.She fidgeted. “What do you mean?”He looked her straight in the eye and responded. “I know Ryder, of

“It’s been a day,” Iris spoke out. The blizzard was gone now but the snow still fell somewhat heavy so the horses could not run in the deep pile up of snow.“Fang Peek is not a stone’s throw from Erstonia,” Xanth replied to her from the front of the line where he led the group. He turned slightly to face her. “You should know this.”She rolled her eyes at him, wondering how it had come to be that she would be taking orders from him, even when Ryder was here, she still did as she pleased.“Plus there are tons of snow covering the ground, the horses can only go so fast.” Kye chipped in. “But it is time-wasting.”“If any one of you has a flying contraption you can pull out of your pocket, I would absolutely love the change of style right about now,” Xanth replied, he was already getting impatient with those two.“You don’t have to be sarcastic about it,” Kye said and rolled his eyes. “Our complaints are completely justifiable.”“Our?” Xanth asked and turned to face Kye and Iris. “Our? An

“It has been five days since we got here, and yet, no sign of Ryder, don’t you think he should have gotten here before now?” Syrana asked Xanth.They had arrived at Fang Peek five days ago and had taken shelter in the warm caves of the mountains. Fang Peek was just past the cold Zagaroth mountains of Erstonia but they differed with sharp contrast in temperatures.The place, Fang Peek, had gotten its name from the tooth-like structures that had been affixed to the roof of most of its caves by nature, and underneath its mountains was silent hot lava that kept the place hot and prevented snow from staying on its ground. The lowest of the caves was the hottest, and it was in there the sacrifice would take place, for it was within the boiling lava, that Osyron and his army of undead warriors had been trapped and sealed off.“He will come,” Xanth replied to Syrana, sounding very assured. “And he will come with Lyra.”“He’s not coming,” Iris said. Her expression was cold and her heart held n

The night was long. Long and quiet.Tonight she had been made to sleep in her own tent instead of having to share one with General Mavrek, the warrior that had delivered the message to her had said it was because the General would be having an all-night meeting with the men in command of each section of the troop, but she knew it was because he had just killed someone in there and the blood was still fresh on the ground, and the smell of blood was still very heavy in the air. She was sensitive and would pick up the scent in an instant.But she was grateful she had not been made to stay with the General in his tent tonight because it might have been more difficult sneaking out of his tent. She didn’t wait for the morning, she didn’t even know what time it was, all she knew was that she had waited for everywhere to be quiet. It was easy staying awake as sleep had eluded her after finding out Mavrek’s plans for her.She felt heartbroken and betrayed because truly, she did love the Genera

The girl is still alive.The thought rang in his head as he entered his chambers in the castle, one wave of his staff and he had his doors locked with a spell.“The girl is still alive!” he yelled and flung his staff away, it collided with the wall without making a noise and came back to him, floating in the air beside the wizard. He took in a deep breath but was unable to calm down, he thought he had dealt with everything that would hinder Osyron from rising. He thought it was finally all over.He paced the length of the room, from the window to the door, back and forth, deep in thoughts. He stopped abruptly and walked to a part of his room where a he curtain was hung over a wall, he reached behind the heavy curtains and slid out a huge, ancient mirror. The mirror held no reflection and was just black, he reached for his staff which was floating beside him and placed it to rest against the mirror so that the red jewel touched it.With a pin he pricked his index finger, placed that o