He didn’t have to search long before he located the latch, and he eased the door inwards. He and Endred slipped into a shadowy area between the wall and the alabaster pillars that lined the room. Voices echoed toward them, amplified by the acoustics of the chamber.
“I take it you received Roxanne’s message?” That particular voice belonged to the newly crowned king.
“We did.” And that was Keriya Soulstar. Cezon stole toward the nearest pillar and peeked around its smooth trunk.
Keriya and Maxton Windharte stood alone in the center of the floor, staring at Emberwill. He sat on the Lava Throne, a marvel of magic and design: it was made of black magma, but the living light of fire glowed through the cracks and porous gaps in its crust. Legend said the throne had been sculpted ages ago after
