The Turquoise Tower (Revenant Wyrd Book 6) by Travis Simmons

on their lips. Jovian trembled before the creature rising up behind Amber. He recognized the leviathan that was gripping their sister.
    Out of some immense fiery hole the Beast rose. Seven snake-like necks held seven heads above them. Each head carried two faces, some sad, some happy, some perverse, and some they couldn’t even understand. They were all human, somehow, blending perfectly with the scales to be one seamless figure.
    Upon the back of the serpent fluttered twelve sets of leathery wings. It was unfathomable to Jovian’s mind how such a creature could fly, but those wings lifted the bloated creature into the sky with ease, high above the battleground of fallen and angels. The twisting serpent blotted out the sun, and as the Beast rose higher it began to rain.
    Fat red drops of blood sheeted out of the sky, coating the white wings of the angelic host in scarlet. The legion of black wings drank in the blood and grew stronger from it.
    And then the Beast vanished into the clouds, carrying the figure of Amber with it.
    There was a thundering in the earth, and Jovian knew at that point the Beast had entered the Kingdom of the Goddess.
    Angelica and Jovian stumbled as the ground thundered beneath them, knocking them to their knees. Searing pain blinded their vision, and they felt their hands melting together, becoming one with someone else. When they opened their eyes they were able to see a triangle of hands, of which they were both a point.
    They looked up to see who the other hands belonged to, but they were already drifting away from the dream.
    “Only through your death will the Evyndelle stop dying.”
    Jovian came to himself with a start. In the darkness of the cave Maeven’s arms reached for him and pulled him back down to slumber. Outside the wind moaned hauntingly. Jovian shivered despite the warmth of the bedroll and Maeven beside him.
    “It was only a dream,” Maeven mumbled in his sleep. He pulled Jovian tightly to him, but moments later Maeven’s arms went slack as he was claimed once more by sleep.
    “Have any of you dreamed about the Turquoise Tower recently?” Jovian asked the following morning around breakfast.
    Joya shook her head.
    “No,” Cianna said.
    Inwardly Jovian sighed. He could almost believe Maeven’s words, that it was only a dream, except Angelica was staring at him in a way that told him she had been part of the dream too. He refused to meet her eyes, because as long as he didn’t meet her gaze he could think for a moment that he had been alone in that dream, and the figure of Angelica beside him had been nothing more than a dream version of her his mind created, not actually her.
    “Why do you think that is?” he wondered. “Before we were seeing it all the time, and now we aren’t?”
    “I think it’s probably because we were being called.” Cianna started cleaning up her dishes and packing them away. “When the Necromancer’s Mosque was calling to me, it would only plague my dreams when I stopped moving. When I was traveling toward it, the dreams would stop.”
    “Do you think this is the same thing?” Joya wondered. There was a tone in her voice that made everyone aware that she didn’t think they were the same thing at all.
    “It makes the most sense,” Cianna said with a shrug. “The dreams stopped when we started traveling toward the tower.”
    “She’s right,” Russel said. “I stopped dreaming about it when I started traveling here as well.”
    Jovian traveled through a fog of weariness that day. He was so consumed with his own thoughts and with the thought of the vision he’d had of the Turquoise Tower that he barely noticed when Cianna drew to a halt. She pointed off to the south, and Jovian turned.
    High in the sky, streaking through the atmosphere, was a bright trail of light.
    “What do you suppose that is?” Angelica asked.
    “I really don’t know,” Joya said.
    “It’s a meteor,” Caldamron told them, watching the light trail of the