Transmuted Heart

Walter Brunt

Description

   In the continuing saga, Kole and his team fight for survival while trying not to lose sight of the delicate balance of life, death and what's important.  In the name of the greater good, they struggle to unite the races to combat a formidable enemy that threatens to consume all life, but can they trust their new unlikely alliance?

   With this new threat, those in the shadows step forward to become the saviors of humanity.  Should they sacrifice the other races to ensure humankind's continued existence?  Can they rescue the helpless people spread across the planet, or will they all suffer a horrible fate worse than death?

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Adventure (Guyana)
• Apocalypticism
• Dark Fantasy
• Dark
• Adventure
• The Alchemist
• Novel
• Action
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: Walter Brunt
• Date de parution: 31 janvier 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781999466831
• Langue: English

Extrait

Contents Copyright Dedication By Walter Brunt 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 Sarah's art of Tea
Copyright © 2019 by Walter Brunt

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This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever

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Cover Design by Kim West using QuarkXpress 2018

ISBN 978-1-9994668-2-4

eBook ISBN 978-1-9994668-3-1
To my little family

who make me smile

everyday.
By Walter Brunt


The Alchemist Series

Gold ino Lead
Transmuted Heart
Tears of a Statue
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

Sarah’s art of Tea
C h a p t e r

1

A small abused hover truck sped its way over the fields of burnt sagebrush into the Ork Lands.  Gusts of wind rolled over the arid hills rocking its rusted body, tearing at its loose panels, threatening to rip the junk heap apart.  Its panels rattled, flapping while its hover matrix screamed a constant high pitched protest, leaving a trail of black smoke in its wake.  Kole sat in the filthy cab with Enora, fighting his shaking controls, trying to keep the nose of the truck level.  He could feel his sweaty fingers inside his new tan body armor slipping.  He tensed shifting his weight in his seat, tightening his grip, wishing he could take off his helmet to cool down.  His shield would’ve helped, like a shell that held everything in place keeping him cool, but he could no longer use his charms.  That part of his mind is gone.  Enora had assured him that his accident was a good thing, that it took away the parts of him that were holding him back, but he wasn’t sure, he couldn’t remember what he’d lost.
Nick, dressed in the same tan body armor, poked his head through the opening in the cab’s back window.  He twisted himself, turning his head, lodging the mask’s respirator against the window frame.  The black eyes of his visor looked at Kole.  “Can’t this thing go any faster?” he asked speaking over their helmet’s com.
Kole clenched his teeth. “If I push it any harder, it’ll shake itself apart,” he warned.
“Nick, you should get out and push,” Eric teased, sitting in the box next to him with his rifle laying across his lap.
“I would if it’d help.  We could’ve been there by now if we hadn’t have stopped for new gear.”
Kyra laughed, lounging against the tail gate in her blood stained armor.  “We should’ve repaired that downed Fighter and flown in style, instead of taking this crap heap.  With your gaudy taste, I’m surprised you had insisted on this truck.”
“This truck was the only thing running and we needed to get going,” Nick said then braced himself before yanking his head out of the window.
“We’re going as fast as we can,” Kole said, knowing it’d be a little comfort to him.  “Besideds, Enora and I needed new armor.”
“Come on guys,” Nick pleaded.  “Turn this truck into something that’ll catch those Slavers, so we can rescue my mom.”
“Bad idea,” Eric said.  “One hit from a Ripper and we’d be blown to bits.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.  One hit from anything will blow this thing apart.”
Enora turned and spoke over her shoulder, “Nick, try to relax, we’re going to find your mom.  You’re wasting energy fretting and will be depleted when you’re needed the most.”
Nick slumped, sitting across from Eric.  “I know.  Older slaves don’t last long.”
Kyra soothed, “From what you’ve told me about your mom, she has some strength.  She’ll hold on and find you again.”
Nick nodded and fell silent.
“Yeah,” Eric said.  “At least she doesn’t have to look at this dreadful never ending scenery.”
Enora laughed.  “It is quite bland, maybe that’s why the Orks are so dry and hostile.”
The terrain turned into rolling hills.  Kole could see the jagged tops of The Blue Mountains in the distance, but the scenery didn’t change, almost hypnotic.  He sped along imagining they were stuck in a time loop and at any moment they’d pop out, finding something interesting to look at.  The truck’s com clicked then emitted a burst of static knocking Kole out of his daydream.  Enora worked the com worsening the noise then Kole watched her use Alchemy to repair its broken components.
The static on the com screen faded revealing older Ork male with wrinkled pale green skin and grey hair.  His bushy eyebrows furrowed.  “This is your last chance.  What are you doing in the Ork Lands?”
“My apologies,” Enora said, her voice sounded mechanical through her helmet’s speaker.  “Our com system malfunctioned.”
“Fool!” he spat.  “I don’t care about your defective equipment.  Answer me!”
“We’re here to purchase slaves,” she lied.
A Fighter circled out of the sun’s glare.  Its metallic oval body drifting sideways with the guns in its crescent wings trained on them.  “Stop and prepare to be inspected!” the Ork ordered.
Hearing the Ork, Kole pulled back on the throttle, but with a loud bang, the truck jumped and almost bottomed out.  The controls jostled and Kole tensed, struggling to keep the truck from spinning out of control.
Eric cried, “Did you see that?  I thing we lost a chunk of the hover matrix.”
With a final shudder, the truck’s controls went dead then plowed into the ground, shearing up sagebrush, enveloping them in a cloud of dust.  The truck shrieked sliding across the rocks, ripping off chunks of rusted metal until finally skidding to a stop.  Kole’s door opened a crack then jammed.  He turned his handle again, but it broke in his hand.  He shouldered it open then met Nick who handed him his rifle.
With a womph, the truck’s engine caught fire.  “That’s just great,” Nick groaned, stepping back.
“The plane’s landing,” Enora said to the group.
“Maybe the Orks will give us a lift,” Eric offered.
Kyra glanced at him.  “You’re kidding, right?”
Kole waited for everyone to gather their weapons then slung his rifle over his shoulder.  He gestured for Enora to follow then walked out of the truck’s bellowing black smoke.  Away from the smoke, they took a casual stance waiting for the Ork to disembark his plane that had perched on a hill a short distance away.  Kole ignored the Ork pilot gawking at them through the domed cockpit window and focused on what he could sense.  He could feel that the plane was crafted by Trolls and made with thick armor, bullet proof glass, a high performance hover matrix and an excellent control system.
Enora confirmed what he was thinking saying, “Troll craftsmanship has really improved since my time.  Good for them.”
Kole agreed.  “This is the second plane we’ve seen.  They look expensive and could rival the Elven planes.  I wonder what else the Trolls are building.”
“I’m wondering what the Orks are trading for those planes,” Eric interjected.
The plane’s side hatch opened and the old Ork stepped to the edge then turned around.  His old scratched up plate armor hung over dull chainmail and his tattered animal hide cape hung loose around his neck.  He climbed down the recessed steps then hopped off the last step landing with a thump.  Kole and Enora waited for him, watching him strut down the hill.
The Ork looked behind them at the truck.  “You’re telling me that you came here to buy slaves in that?”
“We stole the truck,” Kole boasted, pointing his thumb behind him.
The Ork frowned.  “It must have been very difficult,” he mocked.  “That feat is a real boost to your honor, telling me that you walk with great distinction.”
Enora snickered.
Kole glanced sideways at her.  “We’re going to buy a Barge and some slaves.”
The Ork’s eyes narrowed.  “What are you using for currency?”
“Gold coin,” he answered.  “We need slaves to work a mine.”
The Ork crossed his arms scrutinizing them.  “For forty gold coins we’ll give you a lift to the closest slave market.”
“Forty!” said Kole, choking.
“Fifty now, or you can walk.