Dreadgod (Cradle Book 11)

Lindon watched a war on Mercy’s face. She was clearly fighting concerns he knew nothing of, some of which he could guess, and others he couldn’t. She bit her lip, shifted her gaze, looked into his eyes, appeared to be about to say something, and then looked away again…all in the span of a second.

[You’d be surprised how little of their time humans really use,] Dross responded. [You waste so much of it eating. Bathing. Sleeping. Lindon’s dreams are much more productive with me lurking in the depths of his mind.]

[Our enemies have centuries if not millennia of experience we don’t, and they have spent that time building up resources. Any of them could crush us, either personally or with a command to their organizations. This is the fragility of advancing so quickly.] “I understand, so if you could speed this up…” [We hang under the cloud of doom, and yet we

The residual wills of the two Archlord bindings he was fusing together fought him, trying to take control, each fighting the other to determine the shape of the final construct. He had to master them both, commanding them into shape, and use the blue soulfire burning at the heart of the Soulforge to bind them together instead of his own.

feel to me like…guard-rails, I suppose you could say. I could command this room to move, but without the script to define its location in relation to the others, it might take me a hundred miles away. Or deep into the earth.” With one finger, Ziel scribbled a few more sentences of light into his wooden tablet. The notes

[Time can be slowed, accelerated, or temporarily frozen in a local radius,] Dross explained. [Truly an unrivaled power…if it can be recreated. But the riddle of time has baffled Monarchs since Emala, and of course, it has been overcome once before.]

From his soulspace, he removed Genesis, his newly crafted Soulsmithing hammer. It was two-headed and small enough to fit in one hand, with one head tinged red and the other blue. Made to bind his powers together and focus them on creation, Genesis was intended to advance his Soulsmithing to the next level.

Within the labyrinth, Lindon let his sense of himself fade away to nothing, as though he were drifting into endless space. That was when he felt closest to the Void Icon.

stability, or family. We’re trying to build something that lasts, but they don’t see that.” Mercy hesitated. That did somewhat remind

Malice raised an eyebrow. “He has quite the impressive physique for a Sage.” “Mother!” Mercy didn’t like the look on Malice’s face. “Don’t worry, he’s too young for me.” She glanced to the side again. “But not for you…” “Mother!”