Taste of Darkness (An Avry of Kazan Novel - Book 3) Read online

  She’s fought death and won. But how can she fight her fears?

  Avry knows hardship and trouble. She fought the plague and survived. She took on King Tohon and defeated him. But now her heart-mate, Kerrick, is missing, and Avry fears he’s gone forever.

  But there’s a more immediate threat. The Skeleton King plots to claim the Fifteen Realms for his own. With armies in disarray and the dead not staying down, Avry’s healing powers are needed now more than ever.

  Torn between love and loyalty, Avry must choose her path carefully. For the future of her world depends on her decision….

  Praise for New York Times bestselling author

  “The action in this book is non-stop, with many twists and turns to keep the reader guessing about what’s in store on the next page.”

  —Examiner.com on Scent of Magic

  “Filled with Snyder’s trademark sarcastic humor, fast-paced action and creepy villainy, Touch of Power is a spellbinding romantic adventure that will leave readers salivating for the next book in the series.”

  —USA TODAY

  “The descriptions are vivid and draw you

  into the rugged journey across the mountains.

  You’ll want to follow their voyage into the next book.”

  —RT Book Reviews on Touch of Power

  “This is one of those rare books

  that will keep readers dreaming long after they’ve read it.”

  —Publishers Weekly on Poison Study, starred review

  “Snyder delivers another excellent adventure.”

  —Publishers Weekly on Fire Study

  “A compelling new fantasy series.”

  —SFX magazine on Sea Glass

  Also by New York Times bestselling author

  Maria V. Snyder

  from

  MIRA BOOKS

  Avry of Kazan series

  TOUCH OF POWER

  SCENT OF MAGIC

  TASTE OF DARKNESS

  from

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  The Chronicles of IXIA

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  MAGIC STUDY

  FIRE STUDY

  STORM GLASS

  SEA GLASS

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  Taste of

  Darkness

  Maria V. Snyder

  www.mirabooks.co.uk

  For my father—a perpetual tinkerer, who showed me the benefits

  of hard work and persistence. It took me a while to catch on,

  but I eventually “got” it. Thanks, Pop!

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Kerrick

  Chapter 5

  Kerrick

  Chapter 6

  Kerrick

  Chapter 7

  Kerrick

  Chapter 8

  Kerrick

  Chapter 9

  Kerrick

  Chapter 10

  Kerrick

  Chapter 11

  Kerrick

  Chapter 12

  Kerrick

  Chapter 13

  Kerrick

  Chapter 14

  Kerrick

  Chapter 15

  Kerrick

  Chapter 16

  Kerrick

  Chapter 17

  Kerrick

  Chapter 18

  Kerrick

  Chapter 19

  Kerrick

  Chapter 20

  Kerrick

  Chapter 21

  Kerrick

  Chapter 22

  Kerrick

  Chapter 23

  Kerrick

  Chapter 24

  Acknowledgments

  CHAPTER 1

  Cold air caressed my back. I rolled over, muttering at Kerrick for hogging the blanket, but stopped. Something felt...odd, wrong, missing. Opening my eyes, I confirmed the emptiness next to me. Kerrick was gone.

  For a moment, I stared at the dent in the pillow. Had yesterday been a dream? Had I imagined Wynn’s betrayal, Tohon trapped in a magical stasis, Kerrick’s miraculous arrival, and the rest of the insanity?

  No. The events replayed in my head with vivid details. The blood, the overpowering reek of dead ufas, and Wynn’s poisoned knife striking Kerrick’s arm. Poisoned with Death Lily toxin. I’d thought I’d sucked all the deadly poison from Kerrick’s wound...but what if I hadn’t?

  Icy fingers of fear wrapped around my heart. I shot to my feet and dressed in record time. Kerrick’s shirt, boots, and sword lay in a heap by the dying fire. Not good.

  Out in the large main cavern, the rest of the infirmary staff stirred. I scanned the patients’ cots on the off chance Kerrick had collapsed into one. He hadn’t.

  Loren added wood to the cooking hearth, poking it into a bright blaze.

  I rushed over to him. “Have you seen Kerrick?”

  “Nope, and we figured we wouldn’t see either of you until...” His smirk faded. “Maybe he went outside for some fresh air.” This in a hopeful tone.

  “Without his shirt?”

  “Well, when nature calls...”

  “Or his sword?”

  Loren jumped up. “Let’s not panic, Avry.”

  Too late.

  “Have you searched the other caverns?” he asked.

  “Not yet.”

  “Okay, then you look for him inside, and I’ll go outside. If he’s not nearby, I’ll ask the guards if they saw him last night. All right?”

  I nodded, but dread clawed up my throat. Kerrick wouldn’t be in another cavern unless he’d been too sick to find his way back to me. Gulping down the tight knot, I grabbed a lantern and checked all the other sleeping areas.

  A few people grumbled after I swept the light over them, but I didn’t care.

  Odd squinted in the brightness, but sat up as if he’d been awake. “What’s wrong?”

  I explained.

  He cursed. “Not only did Wynn stab us in the back, she’s twisted the blade, too.”

  “While I’d love to plot revenge with you—”

  “Yeah, go. I’ll be right out.”

  The other caverns yielded the same results. Even the one reserved for the privy. A detached part of my mind noted the buckets needed to be dumped. However my heart kept its frantic rhythm. That was the last place inside. Perhaps...

  Running back to the main cavern, I spotted Loren and Odd talking to a soldier.

  “...sometime after midnight,” the man said. “Don’t recall if he came back or not.”

  Loren rounded on him. “Don’t recall! You’re supposed to be guarding us. What if the enemy grabbed him? If someone goes into the woods and doesn’t come back, that’s a big red flag, you idiot!”

  Odd touched Loren’s shoulder and tilted his head toward me. “Not helping right now.”

  “He was outside?” I asked.

  The guard had seen him leave. I dashed out into the cold morning air. The fresh scent of moist earth reminded me of Kerrick. Without hesitating, I embraced the closest bit of foliage, seeking the vibrations of Kerrick’s forest magic.

  Nothing. I drew a shaky breath. Don’t jump to conclusions. He could be unconscious. Odd and Loren had followed me out. Six inches shorter than Odd, Loren ran a hand over his buzzed black hair. More silver sprinkled his hair despite only being thirty-five. Odd on the other hand had let his hair grow since Tohon’s surprise attack. Although saying it had grown was being generous. His dark brown locks remained close to his scalp in a fine fuzz. />
  “We need to search the area. Wake the others,” I ordered.

  They hastened inside and soon Flea, Quain, and most of the soldiers had assembled by the cave’s entrance. Using one of Ryne’s military maps, Loren divided the surrounding area into quadrants. The infirmary cave was located in Pomyt Realm, northeast of Zabin and east of the ruins of the Healer’s Guild.

  Quain growled at everyone, but he appeared healthy despite being frozen in Sepp’s magical stasis only yesterday. But Flea’s face remained pale and he seemed unsteady on his feet. The discovery of his ability to break Sepp’s stasis had taken a toll on him.

  I moved closer to him. “Flea, stay here, you’re in no condition—”

  “No. I’m going.” Despite being sixteen, he sounded much older. And his firm gaze meant I’d have an easier time convincing fire not to burn.

  Before assigning quadrants to the teams, Loren pulled me aside. “Hate to bring this up, but if he’s... If we find...”

  “A dead body?” Not like I hadn’t thought of it a million times since I’d woken up.

  “Yeah.”

  “Tell them to find me as fast as possible. I have the Lily map—we’ll head to the closest Peace Lily and hope for the best.” I glanced at Flea. A Peace Lily had saved his life and mine; it might save Kerrick’s.

  The strain on Loren’s face eased just a bit. “Right.” He shouted orders and the teams of four headed into the woods, fanning out to their assigned areas.

  No surprise that Loren, Quain, and Flea joined me. I trailed my fingers along the greenery, hoping to detect Kerrick’s magic. At this point, I’d pray to Estrid’s creator if I thought it would help.

  As a group, we moved in silent mode. Despite Tohon’s current condition—frozen in stasis, because if he weren’t, he’d die from the deep stab wound in his chest, a little gift from me—his army still advanced from the south. Cellina had taken over command. Just as ruthless as he was, at least she couldn’t create more dead soldiers. And we’d discovered how to stop the ones in existence. So it was only a matter of time until we neutralized them all.

  What if we didn’t find Kerrick in time? The Peace Lilys were picky. From the little I’d learned, the person in question either needed to be a magician or have the potential to be one, and the body had to be fresh. Flea’d been dead a few hours and I had died inside the Lily.

  Well, actually, the Lily hadn’t brought us back to life. It’d preserved our bodies until another person touched us. I’d awoken Flea and Kerrick had saved me.

  Kerrick, why didn’t you wake me? Why didn’t you tell me you felt sick?

  What if the Peace Lily rejected him? Like it refused Ursan and Noelle? Although Ursan had been a magic sniffer, he’d been dead too long, and my sister, Noelle, hadn’t been gifted with magic. I was the only one in my family who’d developed powers. Healing powers, not that it helped with either of them. Or Kerrick. I couldn’t cure those poisoned by Death Lily toxin or infected with the plague.

  The plague had killed two-thirds of the population of the Fifteen Realms. At least there hadn’t been a new case in almost three years. But during its prime, over six million people had died.

  Gee, not like I wasn’t depressed enough. I focused my energies on the search. How far could one sick man go anyway?

  The day dragged on. We made sweeping arcs through our area, but only managed to scare a few rabbits, which Loren shot with his bow. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the trees, heating the air to a comfortable level—summer’s last gasp. Fall started in eleven days.

  Memories of last fall came unbidden. Around midseason Kerrick and the guys had rescued me from the guillotine. Because of his forest magic, his eyes had matched the color of the forest with warm browns, gold, and amber flecks. I huffed. His personality hadn’t coordinated at all. He’d been cold, mean, and only cared about healing Prince Ryne, which had been why he’d freed me from jail.

  Loren raised his hand in a stopping motion. We froze, listening. Hope surged, but died just as quick. The noise of the other searchers’ passage had carried. They weren’t as skilled in moving through the forest. Instead of their movements blending in with the forest’s song, it stood out like an out-of-tune violin in a string quartet.

  My emotions had been on an endless seesaw over the past month. First Tohon’s vast army had surrounded Estrid’s and he’d demanded unconditional surrender. Cellina had acted as his liaison and Kerrick’s sword had hung from her belt. She’d claimed Kerrick had been torn apart by her pack of dead ufas. He hadn’t. But then Ryne had sent Kerrick north to fight the invading tribes and a messenger had reported he’d died in the attempt. He hadn’t.

  So this was just another false alarm. Right? Kerrick was like a cat with nine lives. Three down, five left. I clung to that thin thread of hope because... Well, if I didn’t, I’d shatter.

  We searched all day.

  When the sun hovered over the horizon, Loren called it off. “We can resume in the morning.”

  “You can go back,” I said, “but I’m staying.”

  “We need to regroup and see if anyone has seen anything.”

  “I agree, but you don’t need me for that.”

  Loren exchanged a glance with Quain. Close to my age of twenty-one, Quain had teamed up with Loren before joining Kerrick. Their antics had earned them the nickname the monkeys. I’d once quipped Quain was the bald monkey since no hair grew on his head.

  “Avry, you haven’t eaten all day,” Quain said.

  “Really, Quain? Is that all you got? Do you think I have an appetite right now?” I regretted my harsh sarcasm immediately. It wasn’t Quain’s fault.

  He stepped closer to me. His voice dipped low. “You’re not the only one hurting here.”

  “I know, I’m sorry.”

  Quain paused at that, blinking at me as if no one had ever apologized to him before. “Do you think you’ll be able to help Kerrick if you’re passed out from exhaustion?”

  “I know my limits, Quain.”

  “And how effective can one person be stumbling around in the dark?”

  I drew breath to blast him again, but Flea said, “I’ll stay with Avry.”

  Flea’s face had paled to bone white. The only color was the dark smudges underneath his eyes. He swayed on his feet. Talk about passing out... If I stayed, Flea would insist on staying, as well.

  Sighing, I said, “You’re right. I’d be useless.”

  Quain showed an amazing amount of restraint in not gloating over my comment. Loren raised his eyebrows, but kept quiet.

  As we headed back, I walked next to Flea and took his hand. He squeezed my fingers in silent support. However, I had another purpose for linking hands. I sent him a subtle flow of magical energy. Since I’d awoken him, we had a bond. He sensed when I was in trouble, and we could share strength.

  Once we found Kerrick, we’d have to figure out the extent of Flea’s new magic. Was he now a death magician or a hybrid magician who didn’t fit in one of the eleven categories of magic? The fact that he could break Sepp’s stasis made for another weapon in our growing arsenal against Cellina’s army. Funny to think of the thousands of soldiers as Cellina’s now.

  I slowed as Flea grew stronger.

  “Hey! Stop that.” He let go, shaking me off.

  “Stop what?” I acted confused.

  “Don’t pull that on me. I didn’t ask for help.”

  “Yes, you did. You just didn’t know it.” And before Flea could protest, I added, “Healer. Remember? It’s what I do.”

  “But what if we find Kerrick?”

  What if? Those two words had haunted me all day. And just like with Flea, Kerrick and I shared a bond. I reached for the bushes, touching the leaves. Still no ripple of magic. Yet a tightness deep down inside me wouldn’t let me despair. It clung to the notion I’d been wrong about his death before. In fact, it reasoned that until I had proof to the contrary, I should assume he was alive.

  “When we find Kerrick, I’ll
have plenty of energy,” I said.

  Back at the cave entrance, the other teams milled about, talking in low voices. From their universal serious expressions, I guessed they’d been unsuccessful.

  “I’m sorry, Avry, but there’s been no sign of him,” Odd said, joining us. “A few of the teams covered their entire areas. Are you sure he’s sick? I hate to be gross...but we didn’t find any vomit. And it’s hard to imagine him traveling farther if he wasn’t feeling good.”

  “Kerrick can be stubborn,” I said, hoping that annoying trait had saved him.

  “He had to be sick. Why else would he be out without his shirt or sword?” Loren asked.

  “All right. So he goes outside thinking he’s going to throw up...then what?” Odd asked.

  We’d all assumed he collapsed, but... What if he’d realized he was dying? I imagined his thoughts and feelings at that moment, putting myself in his place. He’d promised me he wouldn’t die. But it was inevitable. Yet Kerrick didn’t give up easily.

  I gasped. “He headed to a Peace Lily!”

  CHAPTER 2

  “Of course,” Flea said. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

  And I wished I’d figured it out sooner. Sick and dying, Kerrick must have done the only thing he could—head to a Peace Lily. He’d been there when the Lily had saved my life and he’d recently learned about Flea’s survival. A surge of energy coursed through me.

  “Could he find a Lily at night?” Odd asked.

  “Yeah, he’s a forest mage,” Flea said.

  “Loren, where’s the map you used for the search areas?” I pulled out my Lily map, but the sunlight was all but gone.

  “I left it with the captain of the watch in case anyone returned and needed to find us,” Loren said.

  “Go get it and ask the search teams how much of their areas were covered today. Oh, and see if they encountered any Lilys and where.”

  “Got it.” Loren dashed off.

  Quain, Flea, and Odd followed me inside the infirmary cave. I knelt next to the fire and spread my map out. The locations of the clusters of Lilys had been marked on it.

  Handy, except the markings didn’t indicate if they were Death or Peace Lilys. For once it didn’t matter, because Kerrick also couldn’t tell the difference. He’d head for the closest cluster since the odds were in his favor. A hundred Peace Lilys grew for every Death Lily. However, I still needed to know if the teams had found any Lilys. Since I’d been using the map, I’d discovered it wasn’t 100 percent accurate.