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Authors: Crista McHugh

The Tears of Elios

 

 

 

 

Tears Of Elios

 

By

 

Crista McHugh

 

 

 

The Tears of Elios

Crista McHugh

 

Book 1 of the Elgean Chronicles

 

 

 

Kindle Edition

Copyright 2011 by Crista McHugh

 

Edited by Deborah Nemeth and Ayla O’Donovan

Cover Art by Kim Killion of Hot Damn Designs

 

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews.

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Acknowledgements

 

 

A big thank you to my husband, Jerry, who was my first reader and let know I was on the right track.

Thanks to the multiple beta-readers at Absolute Write who read this novel in its infancy and helped my make the necessary changes to turn this it into something readable.

Thank you to my editors, Deb and Ayla, who helped me add the final polish to this novel.

Thanks to Grace Draven, who tirelessly helped me find a cover artist.

Thank you to Kim Killion at Hot Damn Designs for creating this beautiful cover.

And thanks to the authors on Indie Romance Ink who never cease to amaze with their willingness to share their advice and experience.

 

 

 

 

Table Of Contents

 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Dear Reader

Author Bio

Bonus Chapter: A Soul For Trouble

Praise

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CHAPTER 1

 

 

Ranealya smelled death. It called to her from the body of an old man lying in the road ahead, over-powering the stench of unwashed bodies that clung to most humans. She approached it with caution and stared into its dull blue eyes. Freshly dead. The corpse remained in pristine condition otherwise, signaling she was the first person to stumble across it.

Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten in days, but she refused to feast on the bounty before her. Let the other beasts have him. There were far more civilized ways to scavenge.

She sniffed the air and surveyed her surroundings, making sure she was alone before she shifted. The thick fur of a wolf melted from her body as she took a familiar form, one of a middle-aged man, and dragged the corpse deeper into the woods. The icy wind prickled her bare skin, and she cursed humans once again for their lack of hair.

A search of the body’s possessions revealed a change of fresh clothes in his pack, a small dagger, and enough money to buy her a hot meal and a night in an inn.
Just in time
, she thought as the first flakes of snow started falling. Winter behaved like a spoiled child in this part of the kingdom, moody and unpredictable. The only reason she stayed here was because the remote location offered protection from those who hunted her. Staying on the fringes of society had allowed her to survive this long, even though the isolation ate away at her soul as the years passed. But she could endure it. She had for centuries.

While she dressed, she tested her voice to find the right pitch to go along with her disguise. Weeks of dormancy made it sound gravelly, but after a few sentences, her vocal cords loosened up.

Once she finished taking all she found useful from the old man, she began walking to the nearest town. A new scent caught her attention after she’d travelled about a quarter of a mile down the road, and she froze. An icy chill raced down her spine. She wasn’t alone.

“Hello, traveler,” a voice cried out from the trees.

She stared at the figure that appeared out of the lengthening shadows. As much as she wanted to avoid any human contact, running away would only rouse his suspicion. “Greetings.”

“Headed into Poole?”

She nodded, hoping he would accept her answer and leave her alone as she continued on her way.

“Mind if I keep you company the rest of the way?”

She gritted her teeth, but shook her head. As long as she made it clear she wasn’t in a talking mood, maybe he wouldn’t discover what she truly was.

“It looks like there’s a nasty storm brewing. Might shut down the roads for a few days.” The lanky, grizzled man fell into step beside her and studied her through narrowed eyes. “You’re not from Poole, are you?”

“Just passing through.”

“So your appearance here has nothing to do with the reports that there may be a shape-shifter in the area?”

She fought to control her emotions, to keep her voice flat while she feigned disinterest. “Shape-shifters are just a story made up by the elves to frighten humans.”

The man pulled a pipe out of his pocket and packed it with tobacco. “They ain’t legends—they’re true. My grandfather participated in the Great Hunts. And there’s one in this area. I’ve seen proof of it—tracks that change or disappear without explanation, normal animals acting strange when it’s around.” He lit his pipe. “Pray you never run across one.”

Ranealya’s jaw tightened. This man knew a little too much for her comfort. “How could you distinguish a shape-shifter from an ordinary person or animal?”

“Look ‘em in the eye. They’ll never have normal looking eyes, no matter what form they’re in. Even when they pretend to be human, their eyes are still wild.”

She lowered her gaze and rubbed her arms, trying to shake out the ice forming in her veins. She could still smell the burning flesh of the murdered shape-shifters. Her companion needed to be silenced before he revived the madness of the hunts from half a century ago. “You seem to know a lot about shape-shifters.”

He lifted his chin. “Some people refuse to believe the legends, but they’re real, I tell you. Dangerous, too. People would rather forget what they don’t see.”

She nodded and came closer, her hand wrapping around the hilt of the dagger she stole from the corpse. “Maybe it’s better they forget.”

“King Anilayus believes in them. He even sent out the Azekborn to find it. The area’s been crawlin’ with them lately, but I’m gonna catch it before they do. The King’s even increased the bounty set during the Great Hunts. Soon, there won’t be a non-human left in the realm.”

Her pulse increased. Years of being a huntress had sharpened her senses. He seemed so caught up with telling her what he planned to do with the bounty that she couldn’t smell any fear on him. Now was her chance to act, before he realized what she was. She slid her blade from its sheath and hid it in the folds of her cloak, ready to silence him permanently. For a second she hesitated, wondering if she could get away with scaring him into silence. Too much blood had been shed between humans and shape-shifters over the last century.

He jerked to a stop and pointed to her face. “Your eyes!”

She laughed softly as her body slid into its natural form. After all, he should see a real shape-shifter before he died. Fur rippled down her arms, and her fangs grew long enough to press into her bottom lip. She reveled in the few precious seconds she was allowed to be herself, to strike fear into a human and not worry about hiding her true nature. “You were saying?”

His eyes widened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down several times before he found his voice again. “I’ll kill you and collect enough money to make me a rich man.” He drew a hunting knife that dwarfed the small weapon in her hand.

Survival instincts took over, and the blade of her knife sliced through his vocal cords, preventing him from uttering another sound. She stepped to the side to avoid the blood spraying from the severed neck arteries. A twinge of regret passed through her chest as his body collapsed in the middle of the road. Would killing ever become easier? But now there was one less human who knew her secrets, one less human who would hunt her. Survival always came at a price.

The blood gurgled from his throat and stained the surrounding snow. She cleaned the knife on his trousers and stood. The sound of riders approaching sent a trickle of paranoia through her veins. Her heart skipped a beat from the smell of brimstone that followed. There was no mistaking scent of the King’s servants. The outlines of three figures raced toward her.

Ranealya fled into the trees, sure they could hear her pounding heart.
That’s just my luck
, she thought as she tore off her clothes. As much as she hated running away, attacking three Azekborn alone would be suicide. It had taken hundreds of casters to drive the drae into another realm, and those drae didn’t have the demon-infused powers the Azekborn did. Her body shrank into a skinny mutt, never breaking stride as she ran.

Even the thick snow couldn’t muffle the heavy gallop of hooves sounded behind her.
By the Goddess, will they ever stop chasing me?

The sound of rushing water filled her ears. The river was close, flowing between the walls of a steep canyon it had carved out the land centuries before. She could cross it without a bridge, but they couldn’t. She turned toward the sound, darting between trees in an effort to throw them off her trail.

A dark figure jumped in front of her, followed by the hiss of a blade through the air. Ranealya tumbled head first into the snow, shifting into a snow leopard as she regained her footing. If they wanted to play rough, then so be it. Her tail twitched as she crouched close to the ground.

The Azekborn lifted his sword and charged after her. Her sides heaved, but that was the only motion she allowed until he was almost on top of her. She sprung, fearing only a coward’s death. The bitter, black blood of the Azekborn filled her mouth, and they tumbled to the ground together. Her jaw locked, sending her fangs deeper into his sword arm. A cry filled the air when she pulled the flesh from the bone.

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