Witchbreaker: Book Three of the Dragon Apocalypse

WITCHBREAKER

Book Three of the Dragon Apocalypse

James Maxey

Copyright 2012 James Maxey

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Originally published 2013 by Solaris

an imprint of BL Publishing

Games Workshop Ltd

Smashwords Edition

Cover art by Giared Terrelli

For Joy, Gina, and Joseph

fellow wanderers

Chapter One

A Convergence of Dragons

Sorrow shivered as she opened the blanket clasped around her shoulders long enough to feed the last shards of the kitchen table into the stove. Commonground was a tropical port, which meant that Menagerie’s houseboat had been ill-stocked to deal with the blizzard that had settled over the city for the last week. The small stove had been designed for cooking, not for heating, and Sorrow had quickly exhausted the stocked firewood. When Menagerie failed to return after leaving to speak to the Black Swan a few days earlier, Sorrow had started burning his furniture. This perhaps crossed a boundary as a houseguest, but the shape-shifter struck her as practical. She was certain he’d understand.

The room was pitch-black save for the glowing red square of the open oven door. Yellow flames danced as she slid the table-legs onto the coals. She paused a moment in the improved light to study her feet. She’d returned from the Great Sea Above with her ankles covered in hard black scales. These had grown and spread in the intervening days, leaving her shins covered in overlapping diamond-shaped plates that felt hard as iron.

Despite this unexpected physical change, she didn’t regret her decision to hammer a fragment of Rott’s tooth into her brain. Doing so had opened a portal within her that allowed her to tap the primal dragon’s power of decay. She’d made generous use of his abilities when she’d fought to keep Hush, the dragon of cold, from killing Glorious, the dragon of the sun. For most of her life, she’d pursued the power she needed to change the world more to her liking. Gaining control of a fundamental force of nature was more than she’d dare to dream.

Of course, none of this was going to matter if she froze to death. She wanted to be anyplace other than here, in a snow-covered floating shack miles from civilization. Her desire to be someplace else felt physical, as if an invisible rope was wrapped around her soul, with a team of horses dragging her elsewhere.

She reached to close the oven door. A red claw thrust out of the flame and grabbed her by the wrist. She jerked her hand back, gasping, her eyes growing wide as the red claw retreated back into the dancing flames.

As she stared into the fire, twin yellow eyes formed in the swirling plasma to stare back. The last table leg she’d added split along its length, resembling opening jaws lined with teeth of jagged blue-white jets.

The crackling fire spoke to her: Rott has been summoned to the convergence. It’s rude that you keep him from answering the call.

Sorrow swallowed hard. But, I —

The red claw once more shot from the open door. She tried to scramble backward but the talons closed around her face. She felt something tear and suddenly she floated above herself, watching her limp body collapse on the floor. She felt shocked to see herself from this perspective. She wasn’t unfamiliar with her own face; she shaved her scalp daily, and was used to seeing herself in a mirror. But, the body that lay upon the floor looked quite different now that it was soulless. The body still breathed, but Sorrow felt repulsed by how much her shell looked like an ill-kept doll made of skin and bones and meat. She was only twenty-five, but the frown lines and furrowed brow of the meat-mask that covered the skull before her looked much older.

There’s no time to study your human aspect, the flames crackled. It’s the dragon within you that’s required. Come.

The sensation of a rope tugging her soul became fantastically real. Only, instead of a rope, it was a cord of braided silver. The silver stretched down through the floor of the houseboat. The material world faded before her spiritual eyes and she found herself falling through a cloudless blue sky.

She now saw that the silver cord stretched taut beneath her for what looked like miles. At the other end, Rott tumbled lifelessly toward a green ocean far below. When she’d encountered Rott in the Sea of Wine his body had been half submerged, and all that she’d seen was his serpentine spine, miles in length. She hadn’t realized he had limbs, or tattered wings that fluttered uselessly as they fell.

At last, he splashed into the emerald waves. She was dragged down until she was nearly submerged herself. The huge corpse floated back to the surface. The water around him turned white with what she assumed was foam, until she realized it was maggots boiling from beneath his scales.

Repulsed, she willed herself to fly away. She was high in the sky before the silver cord snapped tight, whipping her around to look back at the scene below.

A chain of islands formed into a rough circle directly below her. Though mostly equal in size, the topography and climate of each island was radically different.

The northernmost island was a deep blue mountain of crystalline ice, surrounded by gusting snow. The upper edge of the ice was a saw-tooth ridge that looked like a dragon’s spine. Avalanches spilled down the slopes as the mountain lifted her head. This was Hush, the primal dragon of cold, and she looked out toward the other islands with unveiled contempt.

A rapidly churning circle of storm clouds wreathed the island to the east. The hurricane swirled into a serpentine form. A dragon’s head emerged, opening its massive jaws to lick the land beneath with a tongue of lightning. Thunder rolled across the green waves, forming a voice: Who summons Tempest, Lord of Storms?

To his side was an island of granite. The earth grumbled and cracked and quaked as the dragon stirred from his repose. Dirt slid from a hill-face to expose two enormous diamonds, which narrowed into angry eyes. Sorrow knew enough dragon lore to recognize Kragg, the dragon of stone.

On the island beside Kragg, lava spilled down the slopes of a steep volcano until all the land was ablaze. The smoke and flame snaked together as it stretched into the sky, curling into a dragon’s neck and face

I issued the call, roared Greatshadow, the primal dragon of fire.

The bone-white cliffs of the island next to Greatshadow cracked, releasing rivers of blood. A thousand animals jumped free of the red torrent, multitudes of beasts, from common house cats to lumbering elephants, from swarming ants to slithering boa constrictors. The menagerie marched together, sinking their teeth into the flanks of their neighboring beast, digging their claws deep into flesh, until the writhing, shrieking mass formed a dragon, a towering creature part lion, part snake, and part eagle. This was Abundant, the dragon of animal life. She shrugged her long back as she looked out upon her brethren.

She was beside Rott, who floated belly up in the water, looking like a long chain of black tar covered islets that smelled like a city dump. Rott’s unblinking eyes were half submerged, his jaws agape, his yellow teeth cracked and broken.

The dragons glowered at one another, then one by one glanced toward the heavens. Sorrow wondered if they were looking at her, until she looked up to see the sun high in the sky, looking for all the world like a huge disk of gold floating above them.

What’s he doing here? Abundant asked, with a voice formed by wolf-howls and baboon yowls and the chorus of a thousand robins.

The sun still respects the pact we made long ago, Greatshadow said. No primal dragon may ignore the summoning.

He’s not a dragon, Kragg rumbled. He’s an interloper.

He’s here, said Tempest. This is more than I can say for Abyss.

It’s unlike our brother to be tardy, said Abundant. I sense he draws near.

The water of the sea in the center of the islands began to boil. From the depths a giant turtle rose, as large as any of the islands surrounding it. Waves spread across the green sea, crashing onto the shores of the other dragons.

You dishonor us with your delay, brother, Hush growled. I expect Rott to be late, but you’ve no excuse.

The turtle turned its head toward the north. With a voice formed by crashing waves, it spoke: You know the reason for my sluggishness. The cold you’ve unleashed has frozen my form further south than you’ve ever before encroached. I normally keep silent about your intrusion into my domain, but this is inexcusable.

Your domain? Hush asked with a scoff.

All here recognize the sea as my abode, said Abyss.

The sea is nothing but molten ice, said Hush. You borrow it at my pleasure.

I would argue that the reverse is true, growled Abyss.

His is not the only domain you’ve invaded, Greatshadow said as the pillar of crackling flames that formed his body swirled to face Hush. You dare blanket my earthly home with snow? How can you justify this insult?

It’s more than an insult, howled Abundant. It’s an assault! Your blizzards have killed countless tropical beasts who’ve never known winter. If Greatshadow had not summoned us to the convergence, I would have. We understand you have reason to be angry, but this doesn’t excuse the magnitude of your sins.

You dare to speak of me of sins? Hush answered with a trembling voice. It sounded as if she was on the verge of tears. I’m the one who cries for justice! I shall not call back my blizzards until one particularly vile beast is wiped from the earth: man!

Tempest let loose with rumbling thunder. We understand your grief, sister. However –

You understand nothing! Men killed Glorious! At the moment of my greatest happiness, when my one true love had finally opened his heart to me, he was cruelly slain by a human!

You would punish all mankind for this crime? asked Kragg, with a voice like vast stones grinding together.

It was not the act of a lone man. These creatures have banded together and declared war upon us all. She stretched an icy claw toward the volcanic island. Greatshadow! You barely survived when the Church of the Book sent men to hunt you! Surely you must share my thirst for revenge!

I think not, the dragon of flame answered. You’ve thrown your blizzards throughout the earthly realms. Men have responded by building fires and lighting lanterns. Why should I think ill of those who feed me so faithfully? The time has come for your tantrum to end.

But the threat the humans pose —

— can be contained, said Greatshadow. "I survived the best that mankind could throw against me. The only reason they wounded me at all is that they came bearing a weapon carved from the spiteful ice that once was your heart. In failing to kill me, they’ve left me stronger. I admit, I’d grown complacent. Now, I keep a watchful eye for their schemes."

You admit there is a threat? said Hush.

Yes, said Greatshadow. Though I’m not certain that humans are the ultimate source.

What do you mean, brother? Tempest thundered. Speak, if you know something.

I’m hesitant to sully this sacred space with mere speculation, said Greatshadow. I simply find it curious that the Jagged Heart was stolen from the ice-ogres by members of the Storm Guard, only to wind up in the possession of the Church of the Book. The Storm Guard wouldn’t invade the domain of another dragon without your permission, nor would they be so careless with their treasure.

You say you will not engage in speculation, Tempest grumbled. But you offer only opinions, not evidence. The Story Guard had nothing to do with the theft of the Jagged Heart.

Greatshadow nodded. My apologies. He turned his attention once more to Hush. If I confine myself to statements of simple fact, here is one that is indisputable. The only reason that Judge Adamant Stern, the murderer of Glorious, had reached the Great Sea Above was that you gave him passage there.

Lies! said Hush.

I watch mankind through every candle flame, said Greatshadow. And I listen to the conversations of ice-ogres through their cook-fires. You personally accompanied Stern on the hunt for Glorious. I accept that you had a change of heart, and would have spared our brother. But what does that matter? Stern was your murder weapon. You fired a bow, and now blame the arrow because your feeling toward the target changed while the missile was in flight.

You’ve hated me for centuries! Hush screamed. Can anyone ever expect a fire to give honest testimony about the cold?

Do you have proof of your accusations, brother? asked Abundant.

I’ve spoken with an eye-witness, he said. You may trust my testimony.

Such grave accusations must be backed up by more than hearsay, said Abundant.

Greatshadow turned toward Tempest. Perhaps there are others among us who may shed light upon these recent events.

Again you speak to me with veiled accusations, said Tempest. I do not like your tone, brother.

I’ve simply asked myself, who would benefit most from the death of other primal dragons?

Obviously, the Church of the Book, the storm dragon answered.

A church you’ve a record of manipulating.

I’ve been a target of their plots as well, said Tempest. I’ve merely been alert enough to thwart them before they endanger me.

Greatshadow kept his jaws shut as he glared at the storm dragon with eyes of flame.

Hush shook her head, sending tornadoes of snow swirling about her. Greatshadow, you’ve grown too used to being fed by mankind. It’s left you soft. What’s more, your smoldering hatred toward me distorts your judgment. Do you think your kindred dragons will sit idly by while mankind schemes against them? She looked around the isles. Or will the rest of you join with me to end their threat once and for all?

Abundant was the first to speak. Men are arrogant beasts, foolishly believing they are superior to other animals. Yet, they are still beasts, and all living creatures are dear to me. I cannot allow you to harm them.

Even though these monsters killed Glorious? Even though they killed Verdant? How many more of us must die?

We dragons have killed far more of our fellows than men have, Kragg answered.

Thunder rumbled as Tempest responded, It’s true that men are dangerous. Yet, I’ve learned a great deal by studying them. Men built their civilization by taming wolves and boars and oxen. Animals that once threatened them now do their bidding. I’ve taken inspiration and cultivated a breed of man to my liking. I cannot permit you to harm my livestock.

Abyss lifted his head from the water and said, I care nothing for what happens to men who dwell on land, but there are still Wanderers who respect the pact they made with me long ago. I will not let you harm them.

You’re fools, the lot of you, growled Hush. She turned to Kragg. You cannot love these animals. They riddle your body with mines and steal your precious gems and metals!

Kragg writhed, stretching his back. There was a rumbling that echoed long after as boulders larger than houses tumbled down his slopes. With a shrug, I’ve plunged an entire city into a vast cleft in the earth. Men are little more than annoying fleas. I can hardly be blamed for scratching them. I care nothing if they all die, but I also care nothing if they live. They aren’t worthy of my sustained attention.

It’s five to four in favor of the death of mankind, said Hush. The rest of you must respect the will of the majority!

I fear that the cold has frozen the part of your mind capable of math, said Tempest. Greatshadow, Abundant, Abyss, and myself all vote that mankind shall live. Kragg’s position seems to be one of neutrality. This leaves you alone in wishing the extinction of mankind.

We must count the votes of our fallen brethren! Hush howled. Verdant, slain by humans, votes for vengeance! Glorious, slain by humans, votes for vengeance! And Rott, though his mind is too long gone to give voice to his wishes, is the embodiment of destruction! Is there any doubt how he would vote?

The Rott I remember was more complicated than you give him credit for, said Abundant. For him, life and death were part of a unified whole. He might argue that the deaths of Verdant and Glorious were inevitable. Despite our great powers, we’re not gods. We’re living creatures who’ve risen to dominate our chosen environments, but this does not make us immortal. Dragons die just as surely as men. You cannot count Rott’s vote for your side.

You can’t count any vote as being on your side other than your own, said Tempest.

I don’t need your approval to destroy mankind. This isn’t a democracy!

You’re the one who brought up voting! roared Greatshadow.

The rest of you can’t stop me, growled Hush.

I could, said Kragg. I could shatter the earth beneath your feet and plunge your frozen lands into the raging flames within the heart of the world. Greatshadow would no doubt welcome you with open claws.

This will not be needed, said Tempest. Hush, we’ve tolerated your invasions of our abodes for a little time, and are not without sympathy for your grief. But you must withdraw to the ordinary boundaries of your domain. It would cause me great anguish if, when we dragons converge once more, you failed to answer the call.

Is this supposed to be some sort of threat? sneered Hush.

It is my promise, said Tempest. If you continue your campaign of global destruction, I will take whatever actions I must to defend my domain.

It will not come to this, said Greatshadow. Hush, you’re angry. You’ve already killed thousands of men with your actions. But this is true each year; never does the human race emerge unscathed by winter. If you spare mankind now, think of the suffering you may inflict for centuries to come. Will this not satisfy your thirst for vengeance?

The great snow-dragon ground her teeth as she glared at her brethren. She answered them after a moment of silence, her breath rolling out in a great fog. Very well. I will not darken the memory of our fallen companions by turning my wrath against other dragons. For now, I shall withdraw my blizzards. My cold will follow the normal order of seasons. But know this: when the day comes that humans turn against you, Abyss, or you, Tempest, and rip you body and soul from the earth, I will shed no tears. I will instead savor the cold satisfaction of knowing you were warned.

I’ll take that chance, said Abyss.

We’re decided, said Greatshadow. Mankind shall be spared.

Greatshadow turned his face upward, gazing directly at Sorrow. He bared his teeth. Sorrow wondered if he was trying to smile.

Abyss sank back into his sea, disappearing beneath the waves. The storms forming Tempest slowed their churn, dissipating into fluffy white clouds. Abundant fell apart, the various animals that formed her disappearing from sight beneath a black cloud of cawing ravens.

Rott began to sink beneath the waves, pulling Sorrow closer and closer to the water. As the other dragons vanished, she looked up at the yellow disk of the sun and shouted, Stagger! Stagger, are you there?

She thought, perhaps, that a faint voice answered, just on the edge of her hearing, but it was drowned out by the sloshing, maggot-tipped waves beneath her. She was dragged into the water, sinking into the calm silence beneath the surface, with curtains of light shimmering around her. She sank beyond the light, and there was nothing but darkness, and the cold.

Sorrow? a woman asked.

Sorrow sat up with a gasp. Though she was drenched in sweat, her teeth were chattering. She stared at the open oven door before her and saw that the fire had gone out. She snapped her head to the left as she realized she wasn’t alone. A blonde woman in a long fur coat stood by her side.

Infidel? she said. You came back?

The warrior woman had lit out for the jungle the second they’d returned to Commonground. Sorrow had assumed she’d never see her again.

Guess again, said the woman.

Menagerie? asked Sorrow. The shape-shifter had left the boat in the form of a hound-dog. She’d known that he’d consumed Infidel’s blood and could now shape-shift into her double, but she hadn’t seen him do so since returning to the material world.

The woman nodded. Her eyes fixed on Sorrow’s throat. That’s a nasty burn.

Sorrow lifted her fingers to her neck and winced. Blisters covered the flesh.

What happened? Did you fall against the stove?

Something like that, she said softly.

Menagerie glanced around the room and sighed. It’s bad enough you burned the furniture. Did you have to take the doors off the cabinets?

I burned them early on. They seemed extraneous, she said as she wrapped the blankets around her.

Burning the boat itself seems like a dead-end plan, Menagerie said. The shape-shifter nodded toward Sorrow’s sea-chest in the corner. The lid was open, exposing Sorrow’s books, journals, and maps. Bound parchment burns rather nicely in my experience.

I’ve been keeping journals since I was ten, said Sorrow. But I didn’t spare them solely due to sentimentality. I suspect historians may one day find my diaries of value.

Ah, Menagerie said with a smile. Still planning on ruling the world?

Quite the opposite, she said. I’m planning to free the world from tyranny.

Menagerie stooped in front of the chest and thumbed through one of the journals without asking permission. Nice handwriting. Precise and tidy. Nothing immediately tips a reader off that you’re insane.

Just because you’re mad that I’ve burned your furnishings is no need to be insulting.

Menagerie closed the book and stood. I mean no insult. But, I’ve earned my living as a mercenary since before you were even born. I’m a good judge of people. The shape-shifter stared at her face with a penetrating gaze. Mentally, you’re one of the most dangerous people I’ve ever met.

Sorrow smiled.

I didn’t mean that as a compliment.

I’ve spent a great deal of my life in pursuit of the goal of becoming more dangerous. As have you, if the stories about you are true.

My goal wasn’t to be dangerous, said Menagerie. My goal was to be effective. I always knew what I was fighting for, and I always knew the steps I would take to reach my end game.

As do I.

Do you?

My end game is a more just world, she said.

Menagerie nodded. And step one toward achieving this is to gain power. That’s why you’ve got a head full of nails and scales all over your legs.

Correct.

Menagerie crossed his arms over his breasts. And what, exactly, is phase two of your plan?

I… I’m still in pursuit of the first phase. Once I have the power I need, I’m confident the path forward will be clear. One thing I do know about my path is that I’ll need allies. Infidel rebuffed me. Will you consider my offer? You know I can pay your wages.

Menagerie shook his head. He asked, Did you know there’s a hell?

So the church teaches.

I just spent what I felt was eternity there, he said. He pressed his lips tightly together and took a long breath through his nose. It’s… not a place I’m eager to return to.

Don’t tell me the legendary Menagerie has lost his nerve?

Menagerie died when an angry god tore his soul into a thousand tiny shreds, he said. Whoever I am now, I have a clean slate. I’ve got a chance to make a new life.

As a woman, Sorrow said. If you return to the civilized world, I suspect you’ll find that people treat you much less equitably than they did when you were a man.

Menagerie shrugged. I guess I’ll find out. I’ve sold this boat to the Black Swan. I’m using the funds to head for the Silver Isles for a taste of civilian life.

You won’t last a week in that city of hypocrites, Sorrow said. You’ve lived too long in Commonground. People here are thieves and murderers and scoundrels, but at least they’re open and honest about it. The so-called civilization of the Silver City is nothing but a den of vipers.

I guess I’ll find out. If it’s not too much of a burden, could you try not to destroy civilization while I’m still using it?

I can make no promises, said Sorrow.

Chapter Two

Gravediggers

Sorrow’s knuckles grew white as she gripped the sides of the dugout canoe. The Dragon’s Mouth, the river that fed into the bay at Commonground, was normally a broad, placid body of water, but snowmelt had swollen the river beyond its banks. Ancient trees felled by the snow bobbed in the current, forming an ever-shifting maze.

The river pygmies she’d hired to ferry her to the Knight’s Castle navigated silently through the treacherous waters. When the four canoes had first departed Commonground, the river pygmies had chatted and laughed with one another. Now they paddled without saying a word, their eyes barely blinking as they studied the roiling river, their faces hard, stoic masks.

There were eight pygmies, two in each canoe. She was their only living passenger; the rest of the canoes held her gear, plus Trunk. She’d left him inert for the moment. She didn’t want to alarm the pygmies with his unusual appearance. Of course, the pygmies struck her as difficult to alarm. She’d allowed her hood to slip as she boarded the canoe and they hadn’t even taken a second glance at her head. River pygmies dyed their shaved bodies blue and cut fish scale scars along their shoulders and backs. Her scalp studded with nails probably struck them as banal.

The terrain around the river grew more rugged and rocky. She wondered if the pygmies would be up to the task of carting her gear to her destination. She’d made her needs quite clear to the pygmy leader, Eddy. (His full name, translated, was White Foam Curling Past an Eddy, which she found rather mellifluous). He’d assured her that his men were the strongest of their tribe, but the tallest of pygmies barely reached the bottom of her ribs, and she’d not packed lightly. She’d come into the jungle seeking the lost Witches Graveyard, and was prepared for an extensive dig when she found it. The canoes were heaped with picks, shovels, wheelbarrows, ropes, tents, and enough food for a six-month expedition.

After several hours of paddling against the fierce current, their immediate destination came into view, the towering, vine-draped walls of the ruins known as the Knight’s Castle. She’d lost Stagger’s map in the rush to abandon the Freewind, but his directions were simple enough. Locate the Knight’s Castle and head east. Here, she’d find rows of evenly spaced depressions in the ground. Stagger had been certain the place was a graveyard but had always assumed, since the graves weren’t marked, that it had been used to bury people of little importance. No treasure hunter had ever done the hard work of digging there because it seemed unpromising. But, she’d come seeking knowledge, not treasure, and the thought of the waiting graves filled her with an almost childlike excitement.

The pygmies guided the canoes between two enormous walls. In the flooded gap was a broad avenue, draped by shadows. Sorrow strained to see in the dim light. At the end of the avenue steep stone steps rose from the water, leading to the top of the walls. Her canoe shuddered as it scraped unseen rocks beneath the coffee-colored river.

Eddy leapt from the tip of the canoe, his feet splashing loudly as he landed in knee-deep water, his muscles bulging as he pulled the canoe to rest on one of the broad steps hidden just inches below the surface. Eddy wasn’t a young man, but his muscles were well-sculpted beneath his leathery blue hide. Sorrow felt embarrassed that she’d doubted the pygmies’ capacity to cart her gear. Despite their small stature, these men needed immense physical strength to survive this savage land.

Sorrow rose from her canoe as the other pygmies brought their vessels to rest on the steps. The pygmies still looked nervous, but she felt relieved to be away from the worst of the river.

She said, Well done, Eddy. You’ve earned your moons today.

Eddy frowned as his men gathered around Sorrow.

We must discuss our payment, said Eddy.

You’ll be paid when we reach the graveyard. Three moons each. We were clear on this subject.

At the market, my brother saw you pay for provisions with a purse full of moons.

Perhaps he did, said Sorrow. I don’t see how that matters.

It matters because we’re eight warriors, said Eddy. You’re a lone woman, far removed from any long-men who could hear your cries.

Sorrow crossed her arms. It’s bad enough that you would renege on an agreement. I can’t believe you’re trying to threaten me.

No, no, no, Eddy said, laughing gently. You misunderstand. I make no threat. I’m merely saying that, in such a hazardous landscape, you’ll give us all your coins. You can hand them over willingly, or we can take them after we are done amusing ourselves with your corpse.

He raised his hand and brought his thumb and little finger together. At this signal, all seven of his companions drew knives from their belts.

Sorrow sighed. I see. Fortunately for you, I abhor settling disputes with violence, and wish to avoid doing so now. Here’s my counterproposal: your men will drop their weapons. You’ll unload the canoes in a neat and professional fashion. After this, we shall part ways. In exchange, none of you will die in unimaginable agony. At least, not today.

Eddy drew his own knife. You’ve a bold tongue, witch. We’ll see if you’re still as arrogant when I cut it from your mouth.

Sorrow stepped back as Eddy ran toward her. She snapped her fingers, then extended her hand as Eddy leapt high in the air, swinging his knife at her torso. She caught him by the arm just as a second pygmy attempted to stab her in the back of her thigh. She felt his blade tear through her pants and skitter along the hard scales beneath as she toppled backward.

Meanwhile, Trunk had heard the snap of her fingers and stirred. Her last golem had been built of driftwood, but she’d had no patience for rooting around on a snow-covered beach looking for appropriate timber. Trunk’s torso was a heavy cedar chest; his limbs were thick and sturdy boards. Oak dowels formed his fingers and toes. For a head, she’d used a bucket so new it had never been touched by a mop.

As expected, most of the pygmies turned toward the wooden man as he rose with a clatter. She had only to deal with Eddy, who straddled her torso, attempting to press his knife to her throat, and the thigh-stabbing pygmy she’d fallen upon.

Dealing with Eddy was simplest. She relaxed her arm and allowed him to press his iron blade to her throat. The second it touched her flesh, she willed the knife to crumble and it did so, rusting instantly to the core and snapping as Eddy pressed down.

The pygmy she’d fallen on had managed to untangle himself from her legs and rose