Bone Lord 5 by Dante King
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB | 3.2 MB
Dante King is an author of Men’s Adventure fiction in various flavors. His books involve strong male protagonists who know what they want and do what’s required to get it.
The end has come. With his undead horde and party of beautiful goddesses, Vance sets out from Yeng to the Luminescent Spires. His quest is simple: destroy the Blood God, once and for all.
That last item might be a bit of a problem,” I said. “A fully intact dragon skeleton is the one thing we don’t know the location of.”
A smile came across Yumo-Rezu’s face. “That, at least, is a problem you will no longer have to worry about. I can sense the bones of dragons wherever they lie, like a shark detecting blood across vast distances in an ocean. The only problem you will have will be moving the dragon skeleton; it will be huge and immensely heavy. I’d say that the only thing that could lift the heaviest dragon bones is another dragon, but we don’t have one of those.”
I grinned. “It’s not going to be nearly as much of a problem as you might think, Yumo-Rezu. Come around the other side of the tower with me, and allow me to refresh the mortal section of your memory.”
We walked through the chamber to the balcony on the other side of the tower, and a great smile of pride broke across my face as I took in the sight of my army spread out across the battlefield. Darkness had almost fallen, but there was just enough dusk light remaining to take in the magnificent sight. The Warlock’s troops who hadn’t been completely obliterated in the battle had joined my force as undead warriors, and my army was now forty thousand strong.
“Ah yes, some of those undead Jotunn will be ideal for hauling heavy dragon bones,” she said. “And the kraken, if it were a land creature, would definitely be strong enough to haul the whole thing. I still can’t believe that you pulled that off!” It was strange hearing the mixture of speech patterns from Yumo-Rezu. Sometimes, she spoke like a youthful assassin, and other times like an ancient and wise goddess. It was a little disconcerting to say the least.
“I can’t take all the credit for it,” I said. “Without your sister’s Wind magic, the kraken would still be lurking in the depths of Gongxiong Harbor.”
At the mention of Rami-Xayon, a sour expression came over Yumo-Rezu’s face. As quickly as it had appeared, it vanished.
“Yes, well, anyway, the undead Jotunn will do. Give me a minute or two to locate an intact dragon skeleton.”
She closed her eyes, and I could sense power pulsing from her being. I imagined that when she’d been at the height of her powers, when she’d had dragons and her Dragon Sword, and tens of thousands of followers, she had to have been one of the most powerful deities who had ever existed; a queen of gods. Now, however, she needed to make way for a king of gods.
After a few moments she opened her eyes and pointed to the distant snow-capped mountains.
“Up there, among the highest peaks, frozen deep in a glacier, is a fully-intact dragon skeleton,” she said. “It will be difficult to get to, and I’m not yet sure how we’re going to extract it from a block of ice the size of a great castle. But without it, you cannot resurrect a dragon. We must travel to the glacier and extract that skeleton.”