Seventh (The Chronicles of the Eighth Sun)

Ori Jinn

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In the aftermath of the Crucionic War, in the days before the First Sun, a prophet was born.On his fifth name day, his work began. For it was on this day he felt a change take over his body. He lifted his eyes heavenward, and there he saw within the clouds, the head of a lion. A light emerged from within the eye of the great beast. So bright was it, that the child was forced to turn away. Yet, the light had already penetrated his mind, and filled his vision.When the young boy opened his eyes, he spoke:Seven Sons birth Seven Suns.Seven hearts will strive till done.Seven circles,Seven years,Seven hearts will fill with tears.Seven times the world will turn.Seven songs the Tribes will learn.Seven fates,Seven gates, andSeven pains will birthThe Eighth.

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Fantasy

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• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 17 octobre 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456631673
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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The Seventh
(The Chronicles of the Eighth Sun)
 
 
by
Ori Jinn
Copyright 2018 Ori Jinn,
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ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-3167-3
 
 
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Table of Contents
Map
Prologue
Chapter 1
A Red Sun
Chapter 2
Splintered
Chapter 3
The Table in the Corner
Chapter 4
A Grievous Hour
Chapter 5
Transform Thy Steps
Chapter 6
The Siblings
Chapter 7
The Sun Rises Twice
Chapter 8
Neverborn
Chapter 9
An Invitation
Chapter 10
Keerah-nor-meh
Chapter 11
Errands and Acrimony
Chapter 12
The Axyne
Chapter 13
The Ilunai
Chapter 14
Creating and Creating Anew
Chapter 15
Child of a Man
Chapter 16
Currency
Chapter 17
My Life Is…
Chapter 18
Time to Decide
Chapter 19
The Madman
Chapter 20
The Measure of a Man
Chapter 21
The Unknown
Chapter 22
Indoctrination
Chapter 23
Outshine the Moon
Chapter 24
Lifeblood
Chapter 25
The Immense Released
Chapter 26
Unspeakable Visions
Chapter 27
Once Upon a Time
Chapter 28
Private Worship
Chapter 29
A Way
Chapter 30
An Opportunity
Chapter 31
Soul Walking
Chapter 32
Sibling Rivalry
Chapter 33
The Heavenborn General
Chapter 34
The Father
Chapter 35
Inescapable Gravity
Chapter 36
First Step
Chapter 37
Boys Will Be Boys
Chapter 38
Unnamed
Chapter 39
A Task Given
Chapter 40
Look
Chapter 41
Loyalties
Chapter 42
The Journey is the Destination
Chapter 43
The Seed of Mystery
Chapter 44
Dinner and Delusions
Chapter 45
The Light Dawns
Chapter 46
Awakenings
Chapter 47
The Bloom
Chapter 48
Is Greatness Unfolding
Chapter 49
Beautiful
Chapter 50
To Become One
Chapter 51
Of What May Come
Chapter 52
Remembrance
Chapter 53
Master of the Tie
Chapter 54
Decided
Chapter 55
The Lyon’s Roar
Chapter 56
The Unborn
GLOSSARY
 
Map

Prologue
Ghildron strode down the halls of Thalamon at Ballenmore. His easy, broad gait that accompanied his generous frame grew quicker with every step as he neared Nazayn’s chambers.
Servants darted through corridors and pushed their way down the stairs. One woman caught Ghildron’s eye as she made her escape. She composed herself upon seeing him- a ruse to convince him she wasn't panicked. Yet, her heart stretched out toward him, looking to him for guidance, reassurance.
He forced his feet to slow their pace as he drew in a deep, even breath. He coerced his face into a relaxed smile that broadened his eyes as he gave the woman a gentle nod. The terror within her abated for but a moment before she hurried past him to join the others in their flight.
Fools , he thought. They all should have left days ago.
He twisted his head around and watched the woman disappear down the passageway before starting again toward Nazayn’s chambers.
The hallway ended, splitting in two directions. As Ghildron veered to the right, he felt the floor begin to tremble beneath him. He stopped walking. His eyes went first to the ground where tiny pieces of dirt danced in the vibration. Then, his gaze moved up slowly to the elongated table in front of him where a stone carving of an eagle taking flight from a tree branch wobbled as it made its way to the edge. Ghildron rushed toward the sculpture to catch it when it felt like the whole world toppled to one side, like a boat caught in a storm. He lost his balance, crushing his shoulder against the wall.
“Damn it!” Ghildron shouted. He rested the back of his head against the wall as he grabbed his shoulder. “Really! Earthquakes?”
He pushed his back from the wall and rubbed the ache from his shoulder.
"Well, of course, we'd have earthquakes,” he scoffed. “Wouldn't be the end of the world without earthquakes, now would it?"
Ghildron lingered a moment before starting back down the hall. He took a step then paused.
“Wait…” he whispered. “That wasn’t an earthquake.” He placed his hand upon the wall and ran it across the surface. It shivered at his touch. “Ah… So it was you, Thalamon.”
He patted the wall as he would a beloved animal.
“Don’t worry, girl,” he said. “Nazayn won't let them take you. He was born for this very purpose. The Ilunai will keep you safe. I promise.”
Ghildron held his hand on the wall and closed his eyes. He brought his attention to his heart then sent a pulse of energy from his chest out through his hand. Within the pulse, he spoke his communication to the Great Mountain. His message swirled in his mind as words of comfort, safety, and understanding for Thalamon's concerns. Then, he brought all his attention to his palm, searching for a reply, but none came. He stroked the smooth, delicate surface then leaned in to rest his forehead there.
“I wish I could do more,” he said. “You deserve so much better than all this.”
Ghildron pushed his body from the wall and began walking again. A few more turns and he’d be on his way to the upper level of Nazayn’s chambers, but once again, his feet were drawn off course. Not by Thalamon this time, but by the sea of torches and bonfires that emblazoned the slope of the eastern side of the mountain beneath him that stretched out into the distance.
The Boro Thord.
Ghildron’s stomach lurched at the thought of their vile feet upon this holy ground. For Thalamon was not just a mountain. She was alive- an organic, conscious being fashioned of solid rock that breathed the same air as they, and at her center dwelled the mystery of life and the promise of a new day. Her heart was called Se’lah Te’ren, which when translated from the ancient text of the Tuitan meant ‘Heaven and Earth’. This was the essence of Thalamon, which the Ilunai was sworn to protect in order that it remain open to the heavenly realms and beyond. Without it…
“An awesome sight, isn’t it?” A man’s voice came from behind.
Ghildron grabbed his sword from his hip and spun around. The edge of his blade stopped just before what would have been the man’s last breath.
“Lords, Henric!” Ghildron exclaimed. “I could have killed you!” He sheathed his sword then threw back his thick black hair that stuck to the sweat on his face. “These are not good times to be sneaking up on people, my friend. And what on earth could you be smiling about?”
"A man of my age does not sneak up on anyone," Henric replied. His half-smile forced one cheek toward his ear in a wave of billowy skin. "My feet crack and my knees creak. So, let's have it, son. There’s something more that’s troubling you than our obvious and imminent destruction.” Henric chuckled to himself. “So c’mon now. What's that brain of yours working to convince Nazayn of now?”
Ghildron placed his hands behind his back as he replied to the old man. “The Ilunai cannot be convinced of what he does not first convince himself.”
Henric whistled through his missing front teeth. “You can save that speech for the other servants within these great halls, my boy. But as for me, you best come clean.”
Ghildron cleared his throat then turned his attention back to the flickering lights beyond the walls of Thalamon. “What are you still doing here anyway? Didn’t the Ilunai expressly tell you and Leemei to leave?”
“So you’re sticking with your strategy of deflecting all my questions, are you?” Henric teased. “Very well. I will play along. But if I’m not mistaken, he told you to go as well.”
“That’s different.”
“How is it different? I have served the Ilunai since his birth as have you.”
“Service does not precede wisdom,” Ghildron replied. “My part and your part are not equal in weight. At least Leemei had enough good sense in her to leave when she could.”
“My wife?” Henric laughed. “Good sense?”
“What’s this about me having good sense?”
A woman’s voice echoed from the distance and without looking Ghildron knew its owner. Leemei’s ample breasts appeared before the rest of her elderly frame turned the corner. One would think a plump, voluptuous woman would follow, yet to the surprise of all, her slight frame and delicate features stood in brilliant contrast to a sharp eye and an even sharper tongue.
“Ghildron and I were just talking about the good sense of leaving Thalamon even though Nazayn refuses to,” Henric said.
“Ha!” Leemei exclaimed. “Good sense? Let me tell you something. I have known that boy from the day you brought him here as an infant, Ghildron, and I’ve been his surrogate mother from the day his own mother passed not long after. What you fail to realize is that only a mother has the common sense to know when good sense is nonsense.”
Ghildron shook his head. “I don’t know which of us is the most stubborn.”
"Well, that depends," Henric replied. "Are you referring to just the three of us, or are you including Nazayn?”
“Lords,” Leemei uttered under her breath. “Even the dog knows the answer to that riddle. If the world knew of that boy’s pigheadedness.”
“I thought we all agreed to call it determination,” Henric replied.
Ghildron chuckled as he rested a hand on each of their shoulders. “Come,” he said. “I’m on my way to his chambers now to hear the newest report and to hopefully get a final word on that which we have all feared.”
“If you are referring to Morvian,” Leemei said, “I have already heard.”
“I should have guessed,” Ghildron replied. “Why do we even have a General? We might as well assign you to Kasit’s post. You can probably best him with the sword as well.”
“You flatter me, Ghildron,” she replied, “but I can’t do everyone’s jobs, now can I?”
Henric clapped his hands together and laughed. "Well, you damn well give it a go, woman. Doesn’t she Ghildron?”
“You will watch your mouth,” Leemei scolded.
“Can you believe