The Crimson Vault (The Traveler's Gate Trilogy Book 2)

“Simon, there is more going on here than we know,” Alin said seriously. “That’s why I need you here, with me. I think, whatever happens, that you and I are going to be important.” In his gleaming gold armor, with his golden hair shining in the torchlight, Alin looked every inch a king. And, for once, he was talking to Simon as an equal.

From Lysander’s outstretched hands, a scream seemed to tear the world in half. Simon’s thoughts boiled up, as though everything he had ever wondered was pressed against the inside of his skull at once.

“Valinhall, in contrast, has only existed for sixty years. As far as we have been able to learn, the Territory was cobbled together in one of Damasca’s twisted experiments. Damasca undoubtedly intended to use its power to further pervert the natural order, but the first Valinhall Traveler—by the name of Valin—turned the Territory’s power against Da

“The original nine Territories, including Ragnarus, have existed since the beginning of time. They encompass all the powers of nature. Over a thousand years ago, we were granted access to Elysia, the tenth Territory, which represented the enlightened virtues of man. For centuries the world existed in balance, until the first Damascan Queen eradicat

“I remember the Grandmasters of old, and I do not agree with Alin’s assessment. I believe you should be on your guard.” “Thank you,” Simon said to the bird. In his own ears, his voice sounded dark. He felt as though he was back in Valinhall, surrounded by traps and enemies and the certainty that, as soon as he put a foot wrong, he would die. In som

"We would need to protect the innocent people," he said. "Test them. Make sure they're strong enough. If we use all thirteen swords, we can spread out. Finally, the strong will not oppress the weak. Everyone will be strong." He means killing everyone, doesn't he? Simon sent to Angeline, thrusting Azura at Valin's chest. He means

Then he attacked.

Dragon’s Fang. Valin, the Wanderer, the Incarnation of Valinhall, reached down and picked up his sword. “Ka’nie’ka, my friend,” Valin said.

needed something to fight for, some other clear villain that he could hate and work against without guilt.