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    A Time of Kings Episode Three
    A Time of Kings Episode Three
    A Time of Kings Episode Three
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    A Time of Kings Episode Three

    By Odette C. Bell

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    Smith is dead, and Sierra will soon follow him unless she can claim the power resting within her.
    It’s time to rise and find out why the galaxy has waited thousands of years for her to appear once more.
    ...
    A Time of Kings follows a royal guard and a prophesied bride fighting to remember real power. If you love your space opera with action, heart, and a splash of romance, grab A Time of Kings Episode Three today and soar free with an Odette C. Bell series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOdette C. Bell
    Release dateAug 29, 2018
    ISBN9780463079867
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      A Time of Kings Episode Three - Odette C. Bell

      Chapter 1

      Sierra

      Just as the assassin closed its dark arm around her throat and she felt an unholy pressure squeezing her neck, the transport beam latched hold of them both.

      Her eyes widened in shock as light swept around her, picking her apart as if she’d wandered into a swarm of flesh-eating insects.

      Though Sierra had only been transported twice now, neither time had been like this. This felt as if she was being digested by the very universe.

      As her body finally broke apart, Ghost’s memories flooded into her. They smashed against her consciousness as if she’d walked into a tidal wave from the past.

      She felt Ghost on that insane ship from the past – or was it from the future? And was it Ghost at all? Or was it Smith?

      As that memory powered through her broken form, she could no longer tell the difference between the two men. It seemed as if Smith – not Ghost – had been with her for her whole life, guiding her forward and never letting her fall.

      The memories didn’t last. They couldn’t. In a snap that felt like she was a glass statue and she’d been shoved off a cliff only to shatter on the sharp rocks below, she rematerialized.

      Around her, she saw a seemingly endless lake. Low clouds pressed close to the water, making it look as if she was standing in the very sky.

      As her body arrived in this strange place, her feet sank into the water. And yet, even though the water looked as deep as an ocean, her feet could only sink for a few centimeters until she felt some invisible force pushing against them.

      The sky above was the deepest blue she’d ever seen, and it seemed to stretch on to an endless horizon.

      The horizon didn’t have long to catch her eye and shake the breath from her chest – the assassin was already doing that.

      Sierra arrived first, but half a second behind her, the Rain Mark arrived. She tried to jolt forward before its shadow-covered, impossibly strong bicep could press against her throat and throttle her, but she wasn’t quick enough.

      Sierra struggled for breath as she heard the Rain Mark let out a long, hissing breath. It cut past her left cheek, ruffling the hair and sending it scampering over her cheek like claws. Dream Shaman – this is your ending.

      Pain and fear exploded through her, widening her eyes until she knew they reflected that perfect watery pool below her.

      The Rain Mark hauled her up by her throat, its bicep now shoving into her neck with the force to push her spine out of her back.

      Her feet dangled in the air as she fought to twist and fight him.

      She didn’t have the strength.

      A buzzing began to fill her mind – dense and powerful. It shook up through her temples and readily sank into her forehead, as if it were some worm searching out the juiciest bit of some apple.

      It forced her to squeeze her eyes shut, unfightable pain slicing through her cerebellum and out of the back of her head as if she’d been skewered with a hot poker.

      Her scream was cut short as she felt the Rain Mark draw up its free hand, lock it on the base of her throat, and squeeze.

      Just as stars exploded through her vision like sparks spluttering from a dying candle, she felt something move up from the depths of the clear lake below her.

      It rushed out of the water and slammed into the Rain Mark. It moved with such speed, all she saw was a shadow under the crystalline surface, then the Rain Mark was thrust back, his grip on her throat wrenched free.

      Sierra stumbled forward, and with every step she expected her feet would sink into the deep pool, yet she remained aloft, that invisible force still pushing into her feet and preventing her from sinking like the proverbial stone.

      She spun on the spot, struggling for breath. Her eyes widened as she watched the Rain Mark sink below the water.

      She had no idea what had hit him, and as she quickly scanned the sky, she realized it was clear.

      The Rain Mark’s arms drifted up uselessly by its sides as it continued to sink down, down into the azure water until finally she could make it out no longer.

      She pressed her hand against her mouth, a shaking gasp breaking from her lips. What the hell just happened?

      The book beneath her arm shuddered. Somehow, she’d managed to hold on to it through the transportation process. As it shifted and vibrated against her clammy skin, she gathered enough strength to turn it around.

      Writing appeared in front of her in glowing, luminescent green lines that looked as if the very air itself was on fire. This is a time bridge.

      You mean, she stuttered, struggling for each breath as total gut-wrenching fear still claimed her completely, this place isn’t real?

      It is real, though it does not have a recognizable location in the greater galaxy. It is a point to which dream shamans and Kings head when they wish to travel through the time gates.

      Sierra shook her head. She found it hard enough to track what this book was saying when she wasn’t distracted and struggling for breath. Can’t you just speak plainly?

      This place holds time gates.

      Her eyes widened, her breath sticking in her throat until it felt as if she’d swallowed a stone. … Time gates?

      Though the book had already warned her of the fact that the Kings had the ability to travel through time, she hadn’t had the opportunity to process that. Time travel was impossible – or at least should be. The forward direction of the arrow of time was one of the few certainties all reality was built on.

      She brought up a shaking, sweat-slicked hand and pressed it into her pounding temple. It felt like someone had pulled off her skull and rummaged around her brain with a laser cutter. This is insane. This shouldn’t be possible.

      It is not just possible – it is happening. It is suggested that you do not linger.

      Sierra, though not brave enough to turn around and upset her footing, lest the lake swallow her up, still turned her head from left to right. There was nothing around her but water and clouds that stretched on for eternity. Where the hell can I go? It looks like it’s just water for hundreds of kilometers around. And there’s no way, she added with a pulse of fear, that I’m going to swim under that lake.

      That is not possible; it is no lake. Below you is the chaotic flow of time. If you allow yourself to sink into it, you will be redistributed to random points in galactic history.

      … Redistributed? she choked on that word.

      Your body will be torn apart and those different parts will be sent to different time periods.

      She pushed her stiff fingers over her lips and breathed through them. That’s horrible.

      Indeed. But do not worry – you will not sink. You are a dream shaman.

      She looked down at her feet, suddenly brave enough to acknowledge the fact she was standing on water – or time, whatever. She sucked in a shuddering breath. Why does being a dream shaman mean I won’t sink? I… I don’t feel like I’m doing anything but standing here.

      This intelligence understands that you have not grown up with the traditions of the dream shamans.

      True.

      If that is the case, it is suggested that you do not question what is happening to you, lest you accidentally interfere with your powers and sink.

      Her stomach pounded with fear. What—

      Dream shaman, it is unwise to linger in this place. You may encounter the Royal family.

      But where the hell do I go?

      You must open a gate.

      To where? she began, but she shook her head. She squeezed her eyes, unable to believe what she was about to ask: To when?

      It is suggested that you head back to a time before you encountered the Rain Marks.

      Something struck Sierra, and it felt like she’d be bowled off her feet. A cold sensation pulsed through her chest, faster and faster until it swallowed her up and her lips dropped open. You mean I can go back and change the past? Then take me to a time before the Royal Guards killed Clarice, she spat. Certainty shook through her voice – and need. The kind of need that rose up from her soul and took hold of every muscle.

      It is not suggested you go back that far.

      Why not?

      There are many enemies lining up to claim you, dream shaman.

      I know that, but I want to go back to save Clarice. I command you, she added, more force powering through her voice than she’d ever commanded in the rest of her life, to take me back there.

      It appears you are unaware of precisely how many enemies vie for control of you, the book pointed out, not cowed in the slightest by her command.

      It doesn’t matter— tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving hot, salty tracks through the muck that covered her skin from all her fights.

      It is key. You hold the greatest King there ever was. A King who has not risen in 2000 years.

      Though all she wanted to do was keep fighting, something stopped her in place as if she’d been thrown into a stasis pod.

      Her bottom lip trembled open. …What?

      The Zenith Royal family has managed to retain the knowledge of all other Kings – save for the one that now rises within you.

      She stopped pushing. She couldn’t even open her mouth anymore. She felt like the world was about to be pulled out from underneath her.

      She felt, in fact, like her destiny was rising up to claim her. What’s… what’s his name? she forced herself to ask.

      He has no name. Yet.

      What does that mean?

      That the time in which he rises has not come to pass.

      She shook her head, the move snapped as her neck muscles tightened like a taut rope. That makes no sense. Just tell me who he is.

      I cannot, because you have not yet decided who he will be.

      Sierra wanted to sink down to her knees as an unfightable sense of desperation and uselessness welled within her. Luckily, she stayed on her feet. What do you mean?

      Though there is much to teach you about the nature of a dream shaman and your unique set of skills, now is not the place to do it. You must choose a point in time to return to.

      Why can’t I just go back to before Clarice was killed?

      Because the longer in time you travel, the more time you will give your enemies to find you. They will be attracted by the use of your power, and the more time you travel through, the more power you must use.

      Though Sierra wanted to know how on earth a simple scavenger like her could have a mysterious power that could be used to turn back the very clock, she shook her head and focused. So how long can I go back?

      A week at most.

      Her mind tumbled through the possibilities. A week would bring her back onto the Celestial Barge, long before Frank had attacked.

      … As soon as she thought of that, she thought of Smith. Her gut clenched as if someone had hooked ropes around it and tied them to cruisers at top speed.

      She looked up so

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