Carnival of the Soul by Cebelius

Carnival of the Soul

Carnival of the Soul by Cebelius : A Monster Girl Harem Fantasy (Celestine Chronicles Book 4)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 467 Kb

Carnival of the Soul : It is the mettle to proceed that matters …

The Labyrinth behind him, Terry and company arrive on the Eastern Steppes in the midst of a carnival, and a fateful decision puts him under a dire curse. Stripped of his bond powers and exiled to the dreamlike Wildervast, he must find and free the ultimate witch, then kill an invincible man.

Meanwhile, those left behind must face the machinations of the tauren herd leaders, whose law allows them to take a template for common use, and the remnants of Theseus’ bonds in search of revenge.

Beyond all, there remain the inscrutable machinations of Vlad the Dreamer, and the immortal might of the Twilight Zone’s gorgon, Stheno.

“Once he’d landed, Terry tapped Yuri’s throat lightly with the head of his ax, then stepped around to offer his friend a hand up.

After a long moment spent waiting for his lungs to start working again, Yuri reached out and let Terry haul him back to his feet. He then dropped his sword and crouched, supporting himself with his hands on his knees. While they were technically only sparring, they were doing so using real weapons, and over the course of the last week both of them had sustained life-threatening injuries. Healing magic and minotress milk meant there was little point in half measures. Having the wind knocked out was, therefore, comparatively mild.

“You are a born fighter, Boss,” Yuri gasped. “I have never seen anyone pick up a weapon so fast.”

Terry grinned and said, “Thanks, but I can’t take all the credit. I’ve got great teachers, and Prada’s helping my body learn the habits it needs.”

Yuri nodded as he straightened and said, “Take every advantage. Given what little I have seen of your life, I know you will need them all. I think we are done for today.”

“How do I measure up?” Terry asked, pressing the bloody-hafted lumbering ax into the knot of the deceptive red silk sash at his waist. Prada accepted the weapon and held it for him.”

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