#Chapter34

With not even a sword on his hip, Daniel stalked to the stables, took the saddle horn in his hand, and then mounted his horse in a single motion. His heels dug deep into the animal’s sides, and it carried the King away with a jolt that startled the other horses.

His Riders gave chase to Daniel, who was nearly a furlong from the gates already. The Darke King rode fast and bound over streams and downed trees that blocked his path. Like a torch in a windstorm, flecks of charred pieces of Daniel’s fear and devastation blew off him and blanketed everyone who followed.

Every scorching bit that...