Congratulations to Kat Ross on her upcoming book,
The Midnight Sea!
The Midnight Sea!
The Midnight Sea (The Fourth Element)
by Kat
Ross @katrossauthor
Genre: fantasy
Release Date: May 10, 2016
Release Date: May 10, 2016
About the Book
They are the light against the darkness.
The steel against the necromancy of the Druj.
And they use demons to hunt demons….
Nazafareen lives only for revenge. A girl of the isolated
Four-Legs Clan, all she knows about the King's elite Water Dogs is that they
bind wicked creatures called daevas to protect the empire from the Undead. But
when scouts arrive to recruit young people with the gift, she leaps at the
chance to join their ranks. To hunt the monsters that killed her sister.
Scarred by grief, she's willing to pay any price, even if it
requires linking with a daeva named Darius. Human in body, he's possessed of a
terrifying power, one that Nazafareen controls. But the golden cuffs that join
them have an unwanted side effect. Each experiences the other's emotions—and
human and daeva start to grow dangerously close.
As they pursue a deadly foe across the arid
waste of the Great Salt Plain to the glittering capital of Persepolae,
unearthing the secrets of Darius's past along the way, Nazafareen is forced to
question his slavery—and her own loyalty to the empire. But with an ancient
evil stirring in the north, and a young conqueror sweeping in from the west,
the fate of an entire civilization may be at stake…
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Excerpt
They let me go to my bed after that for the rest of the day. Everyone left me alone. They understood that I couldn't bear to be near even a single other person. I had enough of them in my head already
On my seventeenth birthday, the magus summoned me to his
study.
I sat down and waited while he shuffled through a stack of
papers. Finally, he looked up.
"I've found you a daēva," he said.
I sat very still, hardly breathing.
"His name is Darius. He was raised by the magi in
Karnopolis. By all accounts, obedient and devout. And powerful." The magus
held my eyes. "Very powerful. The strongest in generations, if his keepers
are to be believed. You were chosen because your gift is so great." He
sighed. "And because I can't leave either of you unbonded much longer.
You're nearing the time when your mind will become too rigid to accept him,
Nazafareen. And so that is my present to you. Are you happy?"
"Yes, magus. Very happy." I was happy. I was also
nervous.
"Do you wish to meet him?"
My heart lurched. "He's here?"
"In the yard, waiting for us. Oh yes, and his curse is
a withered left arm. I thought the fact that you are left-handed would be a
nice complement."
I let out a long breath as we walked outside. Bonding my
daēva meant I could hunt Druj. Go on patrol with Ilyas and the others. I'd been
waiting for this moment for three years. And yet part of me still wanted to run
in the other direction as fast as I could.
We came around the corner of the barracks and there he was.
A boy still, although not for much longer. I took in the close-cropped brown
hair and pale, serious face. His sky-blue tunic matched his eyes, which were
not particularly warm. More along the lines of one of the glacial lakes I'd
bathed in as a child.
I walked right up to him, refusing to be cowed. It seemed
prudent to let him know who was in charge immediately.
"I'm Nazafareen," I said.
Darius nodded. His face was perfectly impassive, but did I
see a spark in those eyes? Of fear? Contempt? It came and went too fast to
tell.
I had no idea what to say next, so we just stood there in
awkward silence for what felt like an eternity. Finally, the magus spoke.
"Come. Satrap Jaagos and the other Water Dogs are
waiting."
The bonding ceremony took place in the audience chamber of
the satrap. It was a cavernous room, with vaulted ceilings of gilded tile and
three marble pillars. The walls were carved with bas-reliefs of horses, their
arched necks and braided manes rendered in exquisite detail.
Jaagos sat on his throne, his Water Dogs arrayed to either
side. Half of them wore tunics of sky blue, the other half of a deep, bloody
red.
I'd seen Jaagos from afar a few times, but this was the
closest I'd ever been to him. In the moment before I prostrated myself, I saw a
chubby man dressed in a rich gown of silver thread. He was bald as an egg, with
thick lips and sloping shoulders. A housecat among lions.
I pressed my forehead to the stone. To my right, Darius did
the same.
I was keenly aware of the eyes of the Water Dogs on me. They
were the ones I wanted to impress, especially Ilyas. I didn't give a fig about
the satrap, except that I knew I didn't want to make him angry. His authority
was absolute, the hand of the King in Tel Khalujah, and if he wanted me dead,
he had only to make the slightest gesture and it would be done.
"Get on with it," Jaagos said after an appropriate
amount of time had passed for the obeisance.
The magus stepped forward. "You are Water Dogs, the
holiest of all dogs," he said. "Without water there is no life, yet
water has the power to destroy as well as to create. May your impurities be
washed away." The magus slowly poured the contents of a silver bowl over
our heads.
"May the Holy Father keep you and guide your
actions," he intoned. "May the bond bestowed this day be true and
pure. May you always serve the cause of light and shun the darkness."
He set the bowl aside and pulled on a pair of leather
gloves. Then he took out a gold cuff, thick and worked with snarling lions. Had
he touched it with his bare hands, he would have bonded Darius himself
instantly.
The magus's face swam in my vision as he knelt before us.
Darius had gone a deathly pale, but he looked at the cuff—the twin of one
already encircling his right arm—without wavering. I resolved not to show him
how afraid I was. Not to give him that victory.
"You will fight as one, live as one," the magus
said. "You will carry out the will of the Holy Father, as directed by your
King and satrap. Good words, good thoughts, good deeds. By the Prophet and the
Holy Father are you bonded."
Then he snapped the cuff around my wrist and locked it with
a tiny golden key. I may have cried out. I probably did. Because I wasn't alone
anymore. Floodgates opened in my mind, releasing a torrent of alien emotions.
Next to me, Darius drew a sharp breath as the same thing happened to him,
although I barely heard it.
Panic surged through me, followed by an aching loss so deep
it tore a hole in my heart. I didn't know if it was mine or his, or both
feeding off the other. And I felt his power, a deep, churning pool of it, held
tight in my fist.
"It is done," the magus said.
My knees trembled as I stood. Darius offered me his hand but
I was afraid to touch him so Ilyas took charge of me, leading me from the audience
chamber to the fire temple. We knelt there together. I tried to pray, but my
teeth were chattering.
"It gets easier with time," Ilyas said in a
soothing tone, as if he was talking to a small child. "You'll learn to
tell the difference between your own feelings and his. To separate them. To
hold onto yourself."
I nodded but I didn't believe him. I just wanted to tear the
cuff from my wrist. To get Darius and his bottomless despair out of my head.
But that was impossible. It was locked in place.
"Look into the flames," Ilyas said. "Imagine
them burning your fear away. Scouring your mind clean of thought. Feed it all
to the holy fire. You have the gift, Nazafareen. Now you must learn to control
it, or it will destroy you."
I tried to do as he instructed. For a moment, I felt as
though I'd broken the surface, that the torrent was easing a little, but then
it came back stronger than ever.
I jumped to my feet and just made it to the courtyard before
I threw up.
They let me go to my bed after that for the rest of the day. Everyone left me alone. They understood that I couldn't bear to be near even a single other person. I had enough of them in my head already
Kat Ross worked as a journalist at the United Nations for ten
years before happily falling back into what she likes best: making stuff up.
She lives in Westchester with her kid and a few sleepy cats. Kat is also the
author of the dystopian thriller Some Fine Day (Skyscape, 2014), about a world
where the sea levels have risen sixty meters. She loves magic, monsters and
doomsday scenarios. Preferably with mutants.
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