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    Birth Of A God: Godstone Chronicles, #2
    Birth Of A God: Godstone Chronicles, #2
    Birth Of A God: Godstone Chronicles, #2
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    Birth Of A God: Godstone Chronicles, #2

    By Kyra Dune

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    After lying dormant in a cave for hundreds of years, the Godstone has returned to the world to seek its avatar. One mortal soul destined to rise into godhood and combat the demonic forces stirring from within the pit. A day the stone has long been anticipating, for its sight is far reaching and many paths are clear before it.
    But even such a power as the stone can't see and know all. For the hearts of men are shadowed, and things worse than demons dwell in the darkness. 
     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherShadow Portal Books
    Release dateJun 5, 2017
    ISBN9781386064909
    Birth Of A God: Godstone Chronicles, #2
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    Kyra Dune

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      Birth Of A God - Kyra Dune

      Birth Of A God

      Copyright © 2017 Kyra Dune

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      CHAPTER ONE

      Banyon lay on the floor in the dark with the light weight of the stone resting on his narrow chest. The stone was blood red in color, about the size of his palm, rough hewn and cold to the touch. It was his only possession, gifted to him by his mother when he was only four years old. The only thing he had left to remember her by.

      Banyon, Mordoc's voice carried faintly down to him, get your lazy hide on deck. Captain wants you.

      With a weary sigh, Banyon lifted the stone and slipped it into the hidden space beneath his hammock. It was nothing really, just a board he'd pried up, but it served well enough. No one ever entered the tiny space he claimed as his own, but he couldn't afford to take a chance they might. If the Captain knew of the stone he would surely take it for his own.

      He crossed the belly of the ship, having no trouble finding his way among the crates and barrels without a light. This place was his world and he knew it well. At the foot of the ladder leading to the crew quarters, Banyon paused to look up at Mordoc. What kind of a mood is he in?

      A bad one. Mordoc chuckled. Be there any other kind for him?

      How bad? Banyon started up the ladder.

      Don't fret too much, lad, he ain't on a tear. Mordoc moved back to give Banyon room to climb through the hatch. I don't reckon he means to wallop you none. He's after a seeing.

      Banyon groaned. I'd almost rather be walloped.

      Mordoc grinned, showing a row of rotted teeth. Don't be letting him hear you say that, or you're like to get your wish.

      They walked together down the hall between the cabins and up the steps onto the ship's deck. Above them the sky stretched on into infinity, a perfect, cloudless blue. The sea lay calm and still beneath a balmy wind that filled the sails, carrying them easily along their way. A fine, bright sort of day. And yet Banyon would have preferred to be left alone in the dark with the stone.

      There you are, boy, Captain Ozei called from the foredeck. Get over here.

      The other corsairs cast dark looks at Banyon as he joined the Captain. He ignored them. It was nothing he wasn't used to, after all. Yes, sir?

      Ozei clamped a hand on Banyon's shoulder and drew him close enough so he could smell the man's sour breath as he leaned over him. I need that sight of yours, boy, he whispered, I've got a mutiny brewing among the crew. They ain't taking kindly to the idea of us going through Dead Man's Gate.

      This was the first Banyon had heard of any such plans. But then that was hardly a surprise. Aside from the Captain, who only spoke to him when he wanted something, and Mordoc, none of the corsairs cared to pass a civil word to him.

      It occurred to him to wonder why the Captain would choose to traverse such a deadly path, but he dare not ask. Ozei was not likely to take kindly to such a question. Do you want me to see the mutiny, or the ship's passage through the gate?

      Both.

      Sir, with all due respect, I've never tried two seeings in a row. I'm not sure I can do it.

      Ozei's fingers tightened painfully against his shoulder. There's a first time for everything, boy. Now get to it. He pushed Banyon away and straightened, glaring at the crew members who were watching them. Get back to your business unless you want to feel the whip.

      The men hastened about their tasks as Banyon took a seat on the deck, his back to the railing. He'd learned it was always safest to start a seeing already on the floor, since that was generally where he ended up after one anyway.

      Banyon closed his eyes. He had a brief moment of longing to be back in his dark little cabin, but quickly pushed it aside. A seeing took precision focus, it wouldn't do to have other thoughts clouding his mind.

      Slowly, carefully, Banyon sank through the layers of his conscious mind and into the darker spaces beneath. The spaces beyond memory. Beyond life. Nothing physical touched this place, it was pure essence. Here he was connected to the very fabric of the universe; to the tenuous connections between space and time.

      Lights pulsed in a sea of black. Each one a potential seeing. Banyon focused on finding the one which would show him the truth of the mutiny. This felt like the most important of the two seeings Ozei had commanded from him. After all, if the Captain was overthrown and the ship taken under a new leader, his life would surely be forfeit.

      Sparks danced and Banyon was drawn into a bloody scene in the not so distant future. He stood on the deck of the ship under the distorted light of the sun. Colors were always a bit off in his seeings. Muted. Sounds as well.

      Roughly half the crew, including the Captain, were dead or dying. But what was more surprising to Banyon was to see himself standing by the helm, looking uneasy but most certainly alive. With him was Mordoc. And though he couldn't make out what the man was saying. It was clear he was giving orders. Mordoc was the one behind the mutiny. It was a stunning realization. One Banyon was not at all prepared for.

      He allowed the seeing to slip away and turned back to the darkness to seek out another path. The one the ship would take if the mutiny was put down and Captain Ozei sailed them through Dead Man's Gate.

      Again he found himself on the deck of the ship. This time chaos reigned around him. Corsairs screaming and slipping across the wet deck as the ship canted back and forth, caught in the grip of violent waves crashing against rock walls.

      Captain Ozei was screaming madly against the wind, his frenzied gaze locked on the other side of the passage so near to them. And yet it might as well have been miles away. A swell lifted the ship, and then dropped from beneath it, leaving them momentarily suspended in mid air. They plummeted just as a second surge hit from the side. Everything went white.

      Banyon was standing on a beach, staring down at himself sprawled in the sand. A dark haired boy knelt beside him, while a fair haired girl stood over them both. The scene was curiously frozen. No movement. No sound. He frowned. No seeing of his had ever been like this before. 

      Had he pushed himself too hard? Done some kind of damage to his senses, trying for two seeings so near together? The thought sent a ripple of panic through him.

      Be at your ease, a voice spoke clear from behind him. You've done yourself no harm.

      Banyon spun around. The dark haired man before

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