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    Ghost Vigil
    Ghost Vigil
    Ghost Vigil
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    Ghost Vigil

    By Jonathan Moeller

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    Kylon of House Kardamnos was once a lord and Archon of the Kyracian people. Now he is a homeless exile, aiding the Ghosts in their fight against the evil of Grand Master Callatas.

    The woman he loves lies suspended between life and death.

    And unless Kylon can defeat the nagataaru that hunt her, Caina Amalas might never awaken...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJonathan Moeller
    Release dateNov 12, 2015
    ISBN9781311370167
    Ghost Vigil
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    Jonathan Moeller

    Standing over six feet tall, Jonathan Moeller has the piercing blue eyes of a Conan of Cimmeria, the bronze-colored hair of a Visigothic warrior-king, and the stern visage of a captain of men, none of which are useful in his career as a computer repairman, alas.He has written the "Demonsouled" trilogy of sword-and-sorcery novels, and continues to write the "Ghosts" sequence about assassin and spy Caina Amalas, the "$0.99 Beginner's Guide" series of computer books, and numerous other works.Visit his website at:http://www.jonathanmoeller.comVisit his technology blog at:http://www.jonathanmoeller.com/screed

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      Ghost Vigil - Jonathan Moeller

      GHOST VIGIL

      Jonathan Moeller

      ***

      Description

      Kylon of House Kardamnos was once a lord and Archon of the Kyracian people. Now he is a homeless exile, aiding the Ghosts in their fight against the evil of Grand Master Callatas.

      The woman he loves lies suspended between life and death.

      And unless Kylon can defeat the nagataaru that hunt her, Caina Amalas might never awaken…

      ***

      Ghost Vigil

      Copyright 2015 by Jonathan Moeller.

      Smashwords Edition.

      Cover image copyright Diana Hirsch | istockphoto.com.

      Ebook edition published November 2015.

      All Rights Reserved.

      This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination, or, if real, used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the express written permission of the author or publisher, except where permitted by law.

      ***

      Chapter 1: Waiting

      Kylon of House Kardamnos looked at the sleeping form of Caina Amalas.

      Or her unconscious form, rather. He wasn’t sure that the state she was in now could be called sleep.

      Her eyes were closed, and they seemed to have sunk deeper into her face than usual, the lines of her cheekbones and jaw sharper. Her dark hair pooled against the pillow like the cowl of the shadow-cloak she had lost in Rumarah. Annarah had left the blanket pulled up to Caina’s shoulders, her bare arms resting on either side, and Kylon saw the shallow rise and fall of her breath.

      She was alive. She shouldn’t have been, but she was. The Huntress’s sword should have killed her in Rumarah, but Kylon had stolen Morgant’s wedjet-dahn and poured the Elixir Restorata down Caina’s throat.

      That should have killed her, but instead it had healed her.

      Mostly.

      Kylon’s sword hand opened and closed into a fist again and again. He wanted to draw a sword and fight someone, anyone, but he couldn’t. There was no enemy here to fight.

      The memories burned through him, one after another.

      Caina crumpling in a bloody heap upon the floor, the Huntress’s shrill laughter ringing in Kylon’s ears.

      The whispered counsel of the Knight of Wind and Air, urging Kylon to take a desperate gamble.

      Caina’s veins burning with the silver fire of the Elixir Restorata, the silver inferno erupting to destroy the Corsair’s Rest.

      The dark shadow of Kharnaces’s ancient necromancy rising from Caina…

      Lord Kylon?

      Kylon blinked, forced himself to calm, and turned. Yes?

      Caina’s bed was in a room with a flagstone floor and rough walls of timber and fieldstone. It had a sort of barbaric splendor to it, but it kept out the wind and kept in the warmth of the fire at night. The Kaltari were ever practical about their architecture.

      The loremaster Annarah stepped to Kylon’s side. She was tall for a woman, almost as tall as he was, and wore an Istarish dress and headscarf. She had dark skin and bright green eyes, her hair a peculiar silvery-white sheen. Upon her left wrist rested a delicate bronze bracelet, identical in design to the ghostsilver bracelet upon Caina’s left wrist. Kylon had seen her use that bracelet to summon blasts of white fire, but right now it only reflected the light from the hearth on the far wall.

      Perhaps you should go have some breakfast, said Annarah.

      Kylon snorted. You mean I should do something other than stand here and brood.

      Annarah smiled a little at that. I see you appreciate blunt speech, Lord Kylon. So I will be blunt. Go have some breakfast and some fresh air. You will do yourself no good standing here all day.

      Kylon shrugged. It’s not as if I have anything better to do.

      You will not do Caina any good, either, said Annarah. I can tend to her.

      Kylon’s rubbed his jaw, stubble rasping against his palm. Gods, but his face itched. He really needed to find time for a shave. It took us two weeks to get to Drynemet. Their progress had been slowed by the necessity of carrying Caina in a wagon. After we got here, I thought perhaps she would wake up, but…

      I don’t know when she will awaken, said

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