The Buried World by Jeff Wheeler (The Grave Kingdom Book 2)
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB | 3.3 MB
The young warrior Bingmei pits her courage, combat skills, and very life against a brutal tyrant’s dark magic in the follow-up to Wall Street Journal bestselling author Jeff Wheeler’s The Killing Fog.
The orphaned Bingmei didn’t choose to be a hero. She has no wish to cross the Death Wall to save the world. But she has awakened Echion, emperor of the Grave Kingdom and Dragon of Night, and it is her destiny to defy him. From his imperial city of ancient sorcery and immortal darkness, Echion conspires to fulfill his own destiny: vanquish Bingmei, revive his queen, and rule together for another eon unchallenged.
Traversing a labyrinth of caves and mountains, Bingmei and her band of allies prepare their defense against a fateful war they cannot win. But when they are overcome by Echion’s terrible power, Bingmei is left vulnerable to a ruthless assassin…one with orders to capture, not kill.
Before he destroys her, Echion craves something more than Bingmei’s soul. Only she has the power to resurrect Echion’s ancient queen, Xisi, whose evil is matched only by his own. Once reunited, their dark shadow will fall like a shroud over the realms. To be a savior, Bingmei must first survive what she has unleashed, and to survive she must begin to understand the seeds of power she’s never learned to control.
Jidi set the brush down on a porcelain rest, the black tip away from the paper. “It requires great patience and practice to master the craft of writing,” the old advisor said. “I must discipline my hands and my mind to do this. I wish I were younger. What a masterful invention, my lord, being able to relay messages across great distances without trusting the memory of faulty servants.”
“Your tirelessness is impressive, Jidi Majia,” said Echion. He entered the room, and Bingmei thought she heard the flutter of leathery wings. “Every general is being taught to read and write. Every officer as well. You do well by setting an example. Your service will be rewarded.”
“Thank you, great one,” replied the servant. His tone was humble, but she could smell his sorrow as well as the memory of pain inside him.
“Do you know why I am here?” Echion asked.
Jidi Majia’s brow wrinkled. “I . . . I know you do not sleep, great one. You are tireless in your inventions that benefit the people.”
“My laws are just; it is true. I impose order in the world. But that is not why I am here this night.”
There was a burst of dread from Jidi Majia. Bingmei stood at his side, across the table from the overlord, who had not looked at her yet. But she knew he had the ability to see her ghost-self. Was he toying with her?
She wanted to fly away but could not.
“Have I displeased you, dread sovereign?” Jidi Majia whispered huskily.
“Only because you cannot see her, like I can,” Echion answered, his eyes finally shifting to Bingmei’s, a lurid smile twisting his mouth. “Come back to Sajinau, Bingmei. I need my queen.” She could smell his impatience, his anger, his determination thrumming inside of him.
She stared at him, frozen in terror.
“Who?” Jidi Majia said, looking around in confusion. “Bingmei?”
“She’s here,” Echion said. “Come back to your cage, little bird,” he said coaxingly, but she smelled death on his breath. Creeping around the desk, he surreptitiously lifted his hand and traced a glyph in the air.