by Nichelle Rae
Steady Burn is the 3rd book in the epic white warrior series.
Hathum has left Azrel for dead. Seemingly a long way from recovery after his attack, Azrel suddenly gets a vision of Yarin, the true leader of the Gleo'gwyns. He is being held prisoner in a decrepit dungeon and being mercilessly tortured by a Shadow solider.
Azrel realizes in that fearful instant that the world would share Yarin's fate if Hathum and the Shadow Gods defeat her.
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It felt like someone reached into my chest and squeezed my heart until it oozed out from between their fingers. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. The world started spinning and I collapsed to my knees. I screamed in agony just to keep myself from passing out and crawled towards Azrel’s head. Her face was whiter than the fog that surrounded her. Her eyes were wide open and staring dead blank towards the sky. Thick blood boiled out of her mouth as she twitched and convulsed violently. There was so much blood under her I thought she had a head injury, but it was quickly clear that the blood under her was all coming out of her mouth, from places unknown and organs that had to be nothing but mush from the amount of blood I saw.
This couldn’t be real. My sister wasn’t this cold and deathly pale. Her skin was warm and a pretty hue of peach. My sister’s lips were not this ugly purplish blue color. Her lips were a lovely pale pink. My sister’s eyes were not blank and hazy and bloodshot. Her eyes were bright and sharp and clear and sparkled blue when she smiled. This couldn’t be Azrel. Not my sister.
I saw something strange then; a thin wisp of the mist that surrounding Azrel seep into her mouth. After a few seconds it withdrew again, only this time holding stringy clumps of blood clots. I realized that doing that allowed Azrel to breathe a little better. The mist flicked the clots to the ground and still kept at it, pulling out blood clot after blood clot so Azrel could breathe.
I examined the mist as it shifted and I saw two glowing white lights, brighter than the rest of the mist, like a pair of eyes looking up at me. It was The White Warrior. She was outside of Azrel’s mind and in physical form in the world as she had been twice before, when Ortheldo and I both saw her for the first time. She was pulling these blood clots out of Azrel’s throat.
The others finally caught up and burst into their own acknowledgement of terror and horror at Azrel’s condition. The most surprising was a long, agonizing scream that came from Acalith. The White Warrior disappeared without so much as another glance up at us. With tears dripping down my face and my entire body shaking, I resumed what she had been doing, digging blood clots out of my sister’s throat. Azrel was still convulsing violently and occasionally bit my fingers due to the spasms, but each time I pulled some red gunk out of her mouth and she took a breath without making a gurgling sound, I didn’t care.
Nichelle Rae, fantasy’s newest author, was born and raised in Massachusetts. Her love for writing began when she was 14 years old and she wrote short stories about meeting her favorite music group. She received so much praise and complements on her writing ability that it quickly became a passion of hers. Throughout the years she has gotten much praise from peers, professors, and professional author’s she’s had a chance to work with about her writing and ability to put emotions into text.
The White Warrior Series is her debut fantasy series she’s publishing as an independent author which will consist of seven books total. Nichelle already has begun three more fantasy series that she hopes to publish in the future after The White Warrior Series.
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