This is it. The moment all of us fans of the Unreachable Skies Trilogy have been waiting for: the finale is here. If you’re familiar with the adventures of Zarda the Fate-seer, her young charge, Dru, and the rest of the Drax, we know you’ll be excited for this release. And if you haven’t yet picked up volume one of this fantastic and extremely unique series, you’ll want to do that immediately. I promise you will not regret a single moment you spend in this amazing, vivid world. So please join me in celebrating the release of Karen McCreedy’s masterpiece; Ascent.
Zarda, the Fate-seer, and the Drax she accompanied into exile have settled into a new life far to the north of their homeland, the Expanse. They have pledged their loyalty to Kalon, whose rightful place as Prime was stolen by his brother Kalis.
Zarda’s one certainty is that Kalis’ wingless heir, Dru, is destined to defeat their old enemy, the Koth; but how is he to do that when he is no longer the Prime’s heir? And how can Kalis, his scheming adviser Fazak, and their followers be overcome?
To find the answers and to help the rightful Prime take his place in the Spirax, Zarda must first find a way back through the Crimson Forest for the exiles – but danger and betrayal await them all.
Book Information: Print Length: 229 pages
Publisher: Mirror World Publishing; 1 edition
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“Blood and betrayal.” Dru’s eyes rolled, his white mane stood on end. “Death!”
Tumbling from his seat at the end of the council table, he fell at the feet of Kalon, the Prime-in-exile, who jerked back on his throne-stool, reeking of surprise. I’d been seated next to Dru, and leaped to my feet, scraping my tail against the rough-hewn log that served as a stool. All around the table, heads turned, noses sniffed the air. The smell of shock overwhelmed the cramped space, hanging in the air like smoke from the log-built dwelling’s single torch. Elver, Kalon’s nest-mate, hissed and bared her teeth, adjusting her throne-stool to twist her body away from Dru, while their half-grown youngling, Urxov, seated to the left of his sire, partly-extended his wings and growled. On the other side of the table, Varel, Jotto, and Hynka mirrored Kalon’s reaction – upright ears, swishing tails, an audible intake of breath.
The council had gathered to finalise arrangements for my journey back to the Expanse; back to the territory where Kalon’s shell-brother Kalis, and his adviser Fazak, held sway, territory from which the wingless and their dams had been exiled almost ten moons ago – and territory which had to be seized by Kalon and those of us with him in the north. Only then could Dru’s destiny – to defeat our traditional enemies, the Koth – come about. I had Seen it.
Though I’d not Seen that I would be the one Kalon would send to sniff round the Expanse and determine the current situation there. I’d had moons to get used to the idea of going back, to discover how well – or how badly – the drax on the Expanse were faring, but I knew I would be risking my wings and possibly my life when I went, and Dru’s Vision of death and betrayal did not make me feel any better about it.
As for the rest of the council, the initial smell of shock at Dru’s jerks and cries gave way to various degrees of surprise and agitation. Everyone there had expected to finalise flight-plans, discuss the duration of my stay, and agree who should accompany me on a mission that was likely to be difficult as well as dangerous.
It was not the best moment for Dru to reveal his talent for Seeing.
Opposite me, Jotto’s brown fur was on end. Next to him, his nest-mate Manel looked equally stunned, though her mottled grey fur bore a faint whiff of scepticism. Varel, Kalon’s adviser, spiralled a paw across the front of his purple tunic, while his nest-mate Hynka had dropped the leaf on which she’d been scratching a record of the meeting. She made no move to retrieve it – her attention was riveted on Dru, her ears upright with alarm.
The only drax besides me who was unsurprised was Shaya, the hunter who had been on the Spirax council when Dru’s talent had first been reported. That was almost a cycle ago, but she had kept his secret safe, even from those who had travelled with us into exile.
Dru lay panting in the pool of light supplied by the dwelling’s new see-shell. Recently pried from a dead floater by the hunters, and pushed into place between reshaped logs, it made the Prime’s dwelling much brighter and more welcoming than when I had first set foot in it. But, as Dru repeated his Vision of death, the light around him dimmed. I knew it was no more than a passing cloud covering the sun outside, but its effect chilled me and my fur stood on end.
“He has the Sight.” Varel’s whiskers twitched with excitement as he breathed the words. “Such a rare gift. Rarer still for one of high status. I don’t think there has been a Lordling with the Sight since…”
“Gazad the Great,” I supplied. “I had to ask the fable-spinners.” I almost added, ‘before we left the Expanse,’ but realised there was no need. No fable-spinners had made the journey to exile with the wingless, and Kalon had had none with him when his shell-brother Kalis crippled him and left him for dead in the Copper Hills.