CHAPTER 7TRIUNE TALENT
IT WAS AS THOUGH the gods tempered time. The arrow’s shaft slithered through the air like a fish swimming upstream as the fletchings fought to stabilize its flight.
The arrow corrected itself, ascending through the night’s mist and over the tavern’s front lawn, only visible from the glow of its target.
A lokithor swooped on the tavern as its talons fried from the cinder it carried. By the time it noticed the arrow, sharp obsidian stone pierced its leathery flesh and burrowed into its organs. The massive ember fell from its grip, leaving a wake of soot.
Taelire watched the dragon-like bird tumble from its flight. The lokithor’s corpse crashed into the damp soil. The earth erupted as it slid into a bonfire. Flames engulfed the monster.
Taelire slung his bow over h
