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Authors: M.S. Verish

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Legend of the Ravenstone

Legend of the Ravenstone

Night Apple, LLC

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this novel are either fictitious or are used fictitiously.

No part of this work may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the authors.

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Copyright © 2015 by M.S. Verish (Night Apple, LLC)

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Edited by Night Apple Publications

Cover design and maps by Stefanie Verish

eBook layout by Matthew Verish

Author photo by David Posakiwsky

First published: 02/14/2015

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

~Also Available~

Acknowledgments

LEGEND | of the | RAVENSTONE

Prologue | In the Dark

1 | The Foreigner

2 | An Opportunity

3 | The Letter

4 | Journey by Caravan

5 | What Thunder Brings

6 | Travel by Foot

7 | Jinxed

8 | A New Familiar Face

9 | Names, Secrets, and Stories

10 | The Plains of Delmadria

11 | The Second Marker

12 | A Wizard Named Bill

13 | An Evening with a Wizard

14 | Confessions

15 | Keeping Company

16 | Looming

17 | Interred

18 | The Arrival

19 | Future and Fortune

20 | Instigators and Imposters

21 | The Old Man’s Words

22 | The Enforcer

23 | The Wizard

24 | The Leader

25 | Journey’s End

26 | Refuge

To Be Concluded In...

Afterword

Glossary and Pronunciation

About the Authors

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RAVENSTONE

Legend of the Ravenstone

*(Curse of the Ravenstone)*

BLACK EARTH

Dawning

Meridian

Nightfall

SHORT STORIES

The Hawk’s Shadow

Wraith and Demon

*(Forthcoming)*

Acknowledgments

T
his book would not have come to fruition without the support and time given by friends who believe in our world of fantasy.
Richard
,
Cari
,
Archer
,
Ray
, and
Brian
. We cannot thank you enough for your advice, fierce honesty, expertise, and unwavering friendship.

LEGEND
of the
RAVENSTONE
Prologue
In the Dark

T
here was a hole in the floor: a gaping patch of darkness large enough for a man to fit into and descend. The Priagent of Lornabaez was not an average person. He was a short, wiry man, and before Tyrianne could protest a tenth time, he was being swallowed into obscurity.

She glared at the hulking giant across from her. “I can’t tell you how many ways this is going to be a mistake,” she grumbled.

Nesif said nothing, his dark eyes meeting hers for but a moment before he looked away. This aggravated her even more. “I don’t like this. Not at all.” She stepped down into the hole, barely able to see her footing.

The Priagent’s voice found her. “You do not have to like it, Miss Xiuss. You need only do your job.”

Difficult since you went ahead of me,
she thought. As she descended the narrow steps, a soft, amber light—too constant to be a flame—broke the darkness. At the bottom of the stairs, her liege waited beside an illuminated rune in the wall.
Jornoan magic. In a secret passage. No good can come of this. He is up to something. Something big.
The Priagent’s face, however, betrayed nothing. She joined him just as Nesif finished the stairs. She had scarcely heard him descend; the passage, like the darkness, devoured nearly all sound.

Tyrianne had been in many unpleasant places: alleys, dungeons, tombs... It was to be expected in her line of work, and she had come to expect a certain feel to these locations. Darkness, dingy, slimy stone, dank, oppressive air weighted with the smell of decay—none of this was new to her. This passage, however, was different in that it lacked any sensory familiarity. There was no odor, no sense of moisture, coldness, or warmth. There was darkness, but it was unnatural darkness, as though someone was purposely shielding their eyes from what lay beyond. She suppressed a shiver and noticed the Priagent’s black eyes were upon her. Immediately she straightened her shoulders and faced the passage ahead of them, but her fingers subconsciously wrapped around the hilt of her sword.

The Priagent moved forward, his hand grazing against the wall so that more hidden runes began to glow. For each new illumination, the one behind it faded into blackness. There were no rats, no beetles or roaches, no spider webs or stringy roots. They were surrounded by stone, shadow, and silence, moving forward in a dim oasis of light.
Trapped
, Tyrianne thought. She half expected Nesif’s hand to fall upon her shoulder—to assure her as he usually did when his people’s magic was involved. For the years of service she had given to the Jornoan ruler, she was still a foreigner in an ancient land built upon customs and powers she did not—or would ever—understand.

When her shoulder remained untouched, she glanced to see if Nesif was attentive to her at all. His eyes were locked on his brother, but she knew better.
You are a terrible liar—with or without words. And you know what this is about, don’t you?

“Miss Xiuss, you are treading upon stone that has not been touched since the days of the Cataclysm,” the Priagent said, his voice nearly too soft to be heard.

“How did you learn of this, my lord?” she asked. “What is it that brings us here?”

“Did you know,” he began, “that there is a tower in this palace that contains an old archive?”

She frowned.
He is mocking me.
“Of course, my lord.”

“Knowledge is mightier than any blade forged by man,” he said.

And now he is being cryptic. He should know Jentica was forged by a woman.
She sighed and tried again. “What does this passage lead—”

“We have arrived,” the Priagent interrupted. A low arch stretched above them, slowly brightening with amber inscriptions. Beyond the arch was a small chamber that contained a stone altar at its center. The Priagent strode forward and set his hands upon its surface. “As shameful as it is that my people’s legacy has been forgotten, I will be the one to reclaim the future,” he murmured.

Tyrianne looked to Nesif for enlightenment, but it was a wasted gesture. Much like the altar, he stood motionless, his face blank. She turned back toward the Priagent, but she was reluctant to pass beyond the archway. Her grip on her sword tightened when she saw his hands pass through the stone and into the altar.

Whether it was a look of triumph or a look of madness, she could not say, but never had she seen such an expression upon the ruler’s face. Eyes wide, lips parted, his hands emerged from the altar laden with an object the size of a Human skull. It was black, lustreless, and shaped like the withered corpse of a...bird?
A dead crow,
Tyrianne thought, disgusted.

As the Priagent raised it higher for them to see, she realized that it flickered dimly from within—a glimmer of silver light to indicate some magical vitality. At any moment she expected an explosion of lightning, a thickening cloud of deadly mist, or a malevolent demon to emerge and destroy them all. Her knuckles were white on Jentica’s pommel, though she knew there was no way she could battle such a force. Magic was evil; magic trumped all.

“You can relax, Miss Xiuss,” the Priagent said. “You need not fear the Ravenstone, as you are not a being of magic.”

“What is that thing?” she demanded, dispensing with formality.

The Priagent smiled, and ice could have formed around his lips and beard. “It is a gift from beyond this world. It is a beginning and an ending. It is the future that I wield.”

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