Helfyre by Mariel Pomeroy EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Mariel Pomeroy
- Language: English
- Genre: Gothic Romance
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AHEIA
Under the setting sun of the desert, Aheia’s fear felt like hot kernels of
sand and the caress of impending shadows. She recognized it in the way it
gripped her neck and hurtled her heart into a rhythm that had her lightheaded,
though the taste on her tongue was foreign. In days past, fear had churned
Aheia’s stomach like the rotten meat she’d been forced to eat to survive.
Before that it had lived in the stale waters of stagnant streams, and yet further
back it had sounded like crunching leaves when there shouldn’t have been a
soul for miles.
She’d learned a lot about fear in her time on the run, discovered how it
lay dormant in common places and actions, waiting for movement or thought
to jolt it awake. It had been an emotion she knew well, even before she
escaped her home in Keloseros, a different version of the same invisible
monster.
Though she couldn’t focus on that now, knew that it would slow her if
she did. After all, there was a very real monster, the kind with claws and
teeth, sifting through the sand behind her, the kind that would kill her if she
let it.
Aheia whimpered, grappling up the side of a dune with her hands, the
sand cutting underneath her fingernails as angry tears rolled down her cheeks.
She could see the Varcolac’s shadows drift into view from the corner of her
eye and knew the creature was toying with her, though she didn’t understand
why. Her legs were doing their best, but even at a full sprint on sand that
gave way under her footsteps, she was slow in comparison to the being that
was part wolf and part ancient Calmani magyck. It should have caught her
hours ago, but instead, it followed her, the same distance at all times, even
when she slowed. It was almost like it was corralling her towards the Aljira
border instead of trying to chase her away.
She wiped the backs of her hands across her eyes, keeping her gaze
trained firmly on the shroud that rose in front of her. To most people, the
border she was racing towards meant death– the entrance to a realm that dealt
in darkness and gambled with souls unapologetically—the place that mortals
called hel. To her, it was the closest thing to salvation she’d ever seen.
The dark onyx shroud that separated Aljira from the mortal realm
bisected the tangerine-painted sky and dark red sands, like a static disruption
of nature. The thick wall of magyck and wards coiled and rolled like ominous
thunderclouds, as if the border itself was alive.
She was so close now that the proximity to her destination coaxed vicious
thoughts from the back of her mind. They showed her scenarios of what
might happen if she fell into the hands of Ophion’s men, the painful death
that she’d endure at the claws that sifted through the sands behind her, and
relief at the prospect. It was the latter that scared her most because acceptance
of death was what preceded surrender. If she gives up now the murder, the
blood, the exhaustion… all would have been for nothing.
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