Elyon (The Lost Books, Book 6)
Ted Dekker
Language: English
Pages: 133
ISBN: 1595546847
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Elyon's lakes have turned blood red. Is it a curse . . . or the cure?
Shaeda has one blue eye and one purple eye. No one fully knows her story, but her mere gaze eats away at the core of one's being. In his quest for power, Johnis now finds himself in her intoxicating grip.
Assumed identities, a magic amulet, the fearsome Shataiki bats, and a troubling alliance with the Dark Priest all converge against the three remaining chosen.
Only Elyon knows what will happen when the forces of ultimate good and evil clash in their final battle. Dive deep with them in this epic conclusion—if you dare!
reserved for the officers. Two narrow beds stacked on top of each other jutted out of each wall. No windows. Just a torch stand and the candles on his desk. Behind him was a narrow shelf of books. His captain and best friend, Cassak, was taking too long to bring in the prisoners. He had said he would be here by now. Marak’s patience was running out. “Where is he?” Marak grumbled to himself, storming over to the two open books on the desk. One had once belonged to the long-gone general Martyn,
don’t have a choice. Marak will be in a world of trouble if something happens.” Gabil didn’t answer. “Besides, I can’t love him if I’m dead.” “You’ve a point.” Sucrow said something she couldn’t hear. He sounded low and dark, a serpent on the hunt. Darsal’s skin prickled. “Leave her out of this,” Marak barked back. “My private life is not your concern.” Sucrow laughed. Spoke clearly. “You’re still in love with a dead albino, aren’t you?” Metal sang from a scabbard. “Put that away, General.”
foolish chieftain who had embarrassed him. A pebble in the shoe to be dealt with. “Bring him in.” Warryn soon stood before Sucrow, who looked his wayward chieftain over, scrutinizing him. The chief serpent warrior had been tainted. Penalties were required. “An eye for an eye,” wasn’t that how the saying went? Sucrow would give Warryn’s position to another, but he would also take Warryn’s eye. A more formidable ally with a sense of duty and honor. If Marak could not be persuaded . . . his
his knees. Silvie thumped to the ground next to him. Cassak brushed past him and gave Marak the amulet. The general turned it over in his hand. Studied the small thing that had caused so much trouble. Looked perturbed. “You two have caused me a lot of grief,” he said. “It’s not my fault the rebels attacked.” “It’s your fault the priest went on this cursed fool’s hunt.” Johnis bristled. Shaeda didn’t like this. Neither did he. With Shaeda’s heightened senses, he became aware of every-thing:
in league with Martyn! Now, stop fighting the Leedhan with your mind and start thinking with your heart!” Then Johnis was gone, Silvie and Darsal following. Marak bellowed at the horse and spurred him after the albinos. Shaeda screamed in his head, the pull of her voice irresistible. He started to slow. Darsal circled back. “To the river!” He put the amulet around his neck next to Jordan’s pendant and followed. thirty- five Teeleh guided Sucrow’s feet for three days as they crossed into the