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Table of Contents

Title Page

copyright

Praise for BLOODSTONE

Dedication

List of Characters and Places in Bloodstone

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

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

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Bloodstone

by

Helen C. Johannes

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Bloodstone

COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Helen C. Johannes All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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First Faery Rose Edition, 2014

Print ISBN 978-1-62830-055-0

Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-056-7

Published in the United States of America

Praise for
BLOODSTONE

Winner 2011 Launching a Star Contest SpacecoasT Authors of Romance (STAR) Fantasy/Futuristic category
*

Finalist 2007 Spring into Romance Fantasy Futuristic and Paranormal category San Diego Chapter of

Romance Writers of America
*

Second place 1996 Fabulous Five Fantasy Futuristic, and Paranormal category Wisconsin Romance Writers of America

Dedication

To my critique partner Joe

who spurred me on to finish this book.

To Mary Ellen

who read this first

and helped find the weak spots.

To my WisRWA friends who kept encouraging me

throughout the process.

To my husband

who's been behind me all the way.

List of Characters and Places in
Bloodstone
Ayliss
– Durren’s sister
Brandelmore
– Master of Nolar, a Landowner controlling the region and town
Burl
– Gem trader
Durren Drakkonwehr
– Dragon Keeper and heir to the Sword of Drakkonwehr
Errek Eolan
– Durren’s best friend and second in command
Freth
– Cook at the White Boar Inn
Gareth
– Stableboy and servant at the White Boar Inn
Kiros
– Legendary hero who set the Stone Dam at Herrok-Eneth
Koronolan
– Legendary hero who brought down the Last Dragon
Krad
– Beast-men who infest the Wehrland
Leah
– Gareth’s mother
Mirianna
– Daughter of Tolbert, determined to accompany him to Ar-Deneth
Nell
– Serving maid at the White Boar Inn
Owender
– Historian and chronicler of
The History of the People
Pumble
– Partner of Rees
Rees
– Guide provided to Tolbert by the Master of Nolar
Shadow Man
– Gem hunter, provider of bloodstone
Syryk
– Mage seeking the Dragon Chant to raise and control the Last Dragon
Tolbert
– Gem-cutter commissioned to make jewelry for the Master’s wedding
Ulerroth
– Innkeeper and gem trader of the White Boar Inn in Ar-Deneth
Ar-Deneth
– Town at the western edge of the Wehrland
Beggeth
– Place of banishment for enemies of the People, a stronghold of black magic
Drakkonwehr
– Dragon Keep, a fortress to guard the Last Dragon’s resting place
Herrok-Eneth
– Stone Dam keeping creatures of Beggeth out of the Wehrland
Nolar
– Prosperous town and region east of the Wehrland, controlled by a rich Master
Wehrland
– Mountainous no-man’s land separating the People from Beggeth

Chapter One

Mirianna peered through her lashes at blue sky decorated with wisps of bright clouds.

Morning? But how…?

A quick inventory of her senses told her she lay on broken plates of rock. Spikes of meadow grass leaned over her shoulder. Distant treetops speared the sky, ringing a clearing that sloped down and away from the lichen-studded stone under her fingertips.

The last she remembered, she’d been riding her horse through the night and searching for her father. Alone. Lost in the no-man’s land that was the Wehrland, while branches lashed her face and snatched at her cloak. Running from…
something…

Led by…
someone?

Twin glimmers of yellow-green, luminescent
eyes
hovered on the edge of her consciousness and vanished when she tried to bring them into focus. The effort awakened a torrent of complaints from every muscle and joint in her body. Mirianna groaned.

Had she fallen? She moved each of her limbs in turn. Finding them stiff but uninjured, she struggled to sit up, and a damp cloth dropped from her head into her lap. She stared at it while everything else pitched and rocked.

“Would you like some tea? It’s willow bark. Good for aches.”

Mirianna carefully raised her gaze. A boy about thirteen knelt beside her. He wore a cloth wrapped around his forehead, and his tunic, ripped over one shoulder, was russet with dried blood. All she could think of to say was, “You—you’re hurt.”

Color rose on his pale cheeks. “I’m on the mend. You’re the one who fainted.” With a crooked grin, he proffered a bowl. “Drink this. It’ll make you feel better. I should know.”

He’d coaxed a smile from her, and he looked harmless, so Mirianna held out her hand. When he made no move to pass her the tea, she leaned toward him and took the bowl from his grasp. His gaze, which ought to have followed her movement, remained fixed on a point somewhere near her chin.

The blind boy.

Apprehension thrilled along her nerves.
The boy couldn’t possibly be alone. He hadn’t been alone before…

Memories followed in a stomach-tightening rush, tumbling over one another, strange events made even stranger by this ungodly wilderness. A voice in the night, sounding from nowhere and…everywhere, terrifying her and yet somehow stopping her horse from bolting. A presence haunting her room at the inn, invading her dreams with vivid, erotic suggestions. A touch—
a dream!
—that wasn’t so much a touch but a desire made...
tangible
. Mirianna quivered. Her breasts swelled, and the burgeoning nipples prickled against the fabric of her bodice.

Where was the boy’s master?
Where was the
Shadow Man?

Her fingers clenched, sloshing warm liquid onto her hand. She sucked in a breath, placed the bowl on the ground, and twisted her body to find the answer.

“So,” said the voice that made her stomach break into shards of sensation, “you
do
remember.”

Mirianna forced a swallow. The Shadow Man stood so close she could smell boot leather and wool, could see black-encased thigh and calf muscles that looked as solid as the rock on which she sat.
Looked
solid, because underneath the black hood, gloves and all-concealing clothing had to be nothing at all but darkness.

“I—I remember you told us the way to Ar-Deneth.” Resisting the inclination of her gaze to rise, she turned away, making a show of reaching for the tea and sipping it.
Don’t look at him!
Instead, she scanned the clearing for signs of her father.
Be safe, Papa. Please be safe!

“Did you make it to Ar-Deneth?” The boy leaned forward with hands on knees. “I served at the inn until a few days ago. Did you stay there?”

“Yes.” Mirianna managed a wan smile until she remembered he couldn’t see it. She touched the back of his hand instead. “It was a very nice place.”

“Gareth,” the Shadow Man said, “check the pack mare. See if her leg is fit.”

A look of disappointment crossed the boy’s features, but he stood without hesitation. Staff in hand, he felt his way down the hillside toward four horses tethered below. Mirianna noticed her own gelding among them.

She sipped the tea, swilled it, and sipped again, forcing herself to linger over the cooling liquid. The Shadow Man’s brusque order to the boy told her he stood so close, she could almost feel the imprint of his lower legs cradling her spine. She wished he would speak or leave before the brackish tea made her vomit or her strung-tight nerves made her bolt.

“Why didn’t you stay in Ar-Deneth?” he demanded. “Why did you have to come back?”

His voice, though low, ripped at the shreds of her control. Not because it accused. She’d expected that. Just as she’d expected anger. And menace. What set her nerve endings vibrating was something that underlay all the rest, something she should have expected because she’d heard it before, only she hadn’t recognized it then. Nor could she quite name it now, except it bore elements of frustration. And anguish.

She set the bowl aside. “Please understand, I wouldn’t have come, but we—my father—needed more bloodstone. Ulerroth said—the innkeeper said you were the only one who—”

“There were three men with you. Where are they?”

His tone brought Mirianna’s chin up, but she held her gaze fixed on the empty tea bowl. She was not going to cry. Her father was safe…somewhere. He’d been ahead of her when they escaped the ambush. “I—the clearing was full of Krad. We got separated.”

“Krad!” The Shadow Man strode to the lip of the hillside and planted one boot on a rock.

He stood half turned away and far enough the jangling of her nerves faded to a hum. Emboldened, Mirianna let her gaze rise. The morning sun shone full on his back, showing her the sheen of wear on the black hood, tunic and breeches that concealed every inch of his flesh but hid none of the contours. On his raised thigh she detected a tear that had been carefully mended. His gloves and boots bore the creases and scuffs of long use. Even his belt showed faintly green where the dye had faded. A sword, the broken blade extending no more than two hands’ span from the hilt, stuck out from his belt like a common thief’s dagger.

Was this the being who had invaded her dreams and turned them so disturbingly sensual? Was this the wraith who two nights ago had spirited the blind boy from their sight? Was this the possessor of a voice that had shaken her to the core? In the full day’s sun, he looked no more than a man, taller than some, leaner and more fit than most. Chagrinned by her fears, Mirianna rocked to her knees and made ready to rise.

He turned at the rustle of her movement. Her gaze went automatically to his face. But there was no face to be seen. Only a shapeless drape of black cloth filled his hood where eyes and nose and mouth should be.

Mirianna sat as if turned to stone. Horror cooled her blood, and the hair rose on every part of her body.
It’s his look. One look from him—at him—and men go mad. Or die. By the Dragon, let me not die!

Somehow, she summoned the power to close her eyes. She knew she’d succeeded only when she opened them again and the Shadow Man no longer filled her vision. Every nerve, however, thrummed with his presence, and she knew he stood not more than three paces behind her and to the left. She knew, too, he faced the forest’s edge, his right hand gripping the scrolled hilt of the weapon in his belt. She knew all this, and more, because somehow he’d let her know it so she might never again forget who and what he was.
Don’t worry. I won’t forget again.

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