through his head, jabbing, gouging. Then something inside him snapped, and all the hurts and humiliations of a lifetime swelled up from deep in his center, shrieking, âNo more!â A mighty force burst from the stone pendant into his hands, increasing the power there tenfold, a hundredfold. As if possessed, Jackson lashed out in a blind fury, his hands now like clubs, and caught Dedron square across the face.
Tessa and Arnica both screamed as Dedron fell back, a gash beneath his eye. Blood spurted from his nose.
Tessa clawed frantically at Radnor, fighting to get free. âStop, Jackson Cooper! Stop!â
Eyes as fierce as they were wild, Jackson ripped the Shaw-Mara from Dedronâs hands.
Dedron grabbed for it. âYouâll destroy us all!â His voice was full of terror. â Listen to me! â
Jackson screeched like a banshee. âStinking Yako!â He shoved Dedron back with such force that his head made a loud thud when it hit the planks of the bridge. âYouâre the one who destroyed everything! And now Iâm going to destroy you!â He crammed the Shaw-Mara into his jacket pocket, backed up a step, and leveled his hands at Dedronâs chest. Shaking with rage, tears streaming down his face, he concentrated all the hate and vengeance that had seized him into his fingers and aimed it right at Dedronâs heart.
â No! â
Tessaâs cry penetrated the wrath that gripped Jacksonâs soul, and something within told him to listen.
But he was already past letting go.
15. Battle Cry
Like a demon unleashed, a terrible crackling blast ripped the air as huge, jagged bolts of lightning flashed from the ends of Jacksonâs fingers. At the same instant a bridge plank only a fraction of an inch from Dedronâs neck exploded into splinters. Jacksonâs hands jerked up and back as if kicked, his arm slamming into his forehead. He staggered, stunned, the acrid smell of sulfur burning in his nostrils. The thunder of the explosion echoed in his ears, then shifted into a deep rumble.
Dedron lurched to his feet, wiping blood from his face. He looked around, dark eyes wide with fear, as the rumble continued. âPanenthe save us,â he said in a trembling voice. âThis isnât the work of the Otherworld, but the Under world. Youâ You , Jackson Cooper, are a servant of the Baen!â
Jackson stared in a daze at his tingling, quivering fingers asâdespite all reasonâthe rumbling echo grew louder, vibrated deeper, as if sinking into the earth beneath the bridge.
Or as if coming from the earth itself.
The notion felt disturbingly familiar to Jackson, yet he couldnât remember why. He tried to wipe away the haze that clouded his mind, but with no success. He felt as if he were standing in a dark dream, awake and yet unable to move out of it and into the light, unable to see what would normally be clear.
âJackson Cooper!â The voice was full of awe. Jackson turned to see Radnor. âYour magicâthe power of Zallisâis great indeed!â
âYes!â Now Yed was before him, a wide grin on his face. âLook, theyâre shaking with fear!â
Jackson looked to where Yed pointed. On the other side of the river, the Yakonan had retreated to the edge of the tall grass, many on their knees as if begging for mercy.
Only their chieftess, Beromed, had rushed forward and was pulling Dedron off the bridge and back to his people, even as he resisted.
âDedron!â Tessa cried out from the bonds of Radnorâs arms. Tears spilled down her cheeks. âDedron!â
Arnica started to cry, too. âWhat is happening?â she begged. âIâm scared!â
Radnor clutched his daughters even tighter to him. âDonât worry. The evil spell will wear off soon. Look at the Yakonan. They know their false magic is defeated. Jackson Cooper has captured their heathen relic. Theyâre afraid.
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