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A Company Of Traitors
A Company Of Traitors
A Company Of Traitors
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Emperor Sarizen Judas has ruled uncontested since his ascension fifteen years ago. He is vicious when provoked,  has a serpentine intelligence and possesses a force of will that grinds mountains. His control over the elemental Mantra is unmatched.  But, he is also dangerously repressive of all non-human species. His hatred is blind and relentless, damaging not only to the afflicted but also the nation itself.  This is why Surr, one of Sarizen's own High-Princes, has abandoned his people in the South and traveled to the Inner Kingdom. He must kill Sarizen, even if it seems impossible and may cost him everything.

Originally published as A Crime Of Honor

LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 2, 2017
ISBN9781386503071
A Company Of Traitors
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Keegan and Tristen Kozinski

Loves to write, read, walk, play chess, board games, and occasionally online games. He is an active beekeeper when he isn't consumed with writing - luckily bees are self-sufficient.

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    A Company Of Traitors - Keegan and Tristen Kozinski

    Chapter 1

    The Burning Forest crackled and spit overhead, it’s smokeless, ever-burning leaves showering those who rode beneath them with flecks of glowing cinders. A swell of air rolled through the caravan, compounding the already sweltering heat and filling their nostrils with the scent of char. Many along the caravan bent into it, shielding their eyes against the cascade of ashes before hastening to snuff out wherever those sparks managed to slip beneath the wagons’ protective tarps. After days in the forest, the wood was dry as kindling and wouldn’t need much to ignite, laying waste to almost everything they carried.

    The wind subsided at last and Surr let his hand fall, clenching the charred glove to extinguish any potential flames. Murmuring praise, he leaned over and wiped a speck of ash from his horse’s  shoulder before glancing back along the caravan of leather-cloaked riders. One of them, the driver of the wagon directly behind Surr, coughed violently, a hacking rasp that bent her near double and brought her hand to the blackened mask over her mouth.

    Surr reigned in slightly, falling back to ride beside her. Are you all right, Kashas? Do you need water?

    He began to offer her the skin at his side, but she waved a hand, still coughing softly. I’m fine, your Majesty, just swallowed a bit of ash.

    Surr gave her another moment before he retied the waterskin and began his return to the front, readjusting the edges of his leather coat to cover the paper sword belted at his hip. In passing the first wagon, he paused briefly to check the hasty repairs to its flank, then the sacks of grain piled inside. All told, the caravan carried several thousand pounds of khamut grain, papyrus, and ivory, their quarterly tithes to the crown. One of the wagons also carried twenty-five bars of Irat; the Red Gold they dug from the Ash Seas: the true tithe.

    Keira trotted up beside him, her horse, as all of theirs were, shod in rubber and iron to protect it from the embers. She let her soothing hum fade and pulled aside her featureless black mask, revealing a crimson face. Majesty, the wagons will not last much longer.

    How long?

    No more than a couple hours for the worst cases.

    How many of those are there?

    Seven.

    He nodded and raised a clenched fist, calling for the caravan to halt. The ash floor parted beneath him with a cough of smoke as he reined his horse to a stop. Use the Arrac paste to reinforce the wheels and transfer as much weight as you can to the horses.

    Are you certain, Majesty? We cannot know how far we stand from the end of the forest let alone one of the outposts. Using the Arrac could leave us stranded.

    He shook his head, edging his own, much calmer mount, toward a surer stretch of ground. We are not far now; the Arrac is just to ensure we reach the forest’s edge.

    Keira bowed from the saddle and returned down the line, calling for the engineers to retrieve the Arrac: a fireproof, but deleterious, mixture designed to protect the wheels as a last resort.

    The engineers rushed to accomplish Surr's

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