Chapter 23
An array of crisp white bolts of lightning connected the ceiling to the floor. The bolts danced, bending askew this way and that, and sizzled and hummed the entire time. King Hermon Cordillera felt his hairs charge. He shielded his eyes from the intensity of the light with a raised forearm. Smoke spewed from the rocks above and below. The smoke filled the dungeon, making the lightning that much more brilliant.
There was a loud crack. Cordillera waved away thick smoke and saw a man standing where the lightning had been. The man was shorter than the king, but beefy with broad shoulders. He was dressed in a shiny black leather jacket that went below the waist, and above the knees. The white tunic was buttoned up to the top. The wizard’s hair was cut short over the ears, and parte
