Chronicle Me Viking: Return to Lezar

By Lynnette Roman

Gorgan has made himself king of the United Ice Lands, a formation gained under the hand of King Alakurth before his untimely death. He goes after the Seior, the only one left that stands in his way of getting his family back and taking the crown. .

Tondalaya and Lars return from Eden to find their world has changed. Lezar has fallen, Alakurth is dead along with Sarah, Lars wife, and their father. Gorgan is king over all the Ice Lands and he is keeping the promise to take all the Lezarians back home. But what waits for Tondalaya there will reveal to all a secret Gorgan and their father tried to hide.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lynnette Roman
• Release date: Feb 9, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386275954

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Dead Man Walking

Darkness swallowed the Commander like a stab of Death's blade. If it had not been for his enchanted battle club sitting on its swollen head beside him, Alakurth would not have known he was there. The king drew closer to him, and the darkness seemed to intensify that much more with every step he made. The darkness seesawed like a living thing, sweeping in front of the Commander as if to ward off evil spirits .

Alakurth ran a hand down the length of his salt and pepper beard not knowing what to say or think of him. The king had made the man Commander of his armies over seven years ago when he gained the crowns of all the other kings in the separate realms of the Ice Lands. But the promotion did little good to change his behavior. He had always been a quiet sort of man, having little to say and he wasn’t very interested in the company of friends or even women, though once in a great while he would lure one to his bed. But of late the commander of his armies preferred to be alone, even skipping meals, which was an unheard act for a robust Viking warrior like him. The mighty king placed a hand on his chest and walked towards the torch mounted on the wall, finding it more from habit than sight.

'Gorgan, he called. It's been nearly ten years now. A few more days, a handful of hours and your brother and sister will return. Is that what weighs so heavily on your mind?

Alakurth picked two pieces of flint from the ground and tossed them in his hand playing with them. He struck the two flint halves against each other and lit a spark. The flame quickly grew burning the ether-soaked cloths to their maximum. Alakurth turned around, rested his back against the wall beside the blazing torch. The soft orange light from the fire fell on Gorgan, dancing across his towering massive length. Shadows that refused to leave clutched the sharp edges of his jaw and his long black hair veiled the sides of his face.

Gorgan was bare-chested wearing only his warrior’s skirt held up by a loin girdle of pure silver. A thing no one in all the Ice Lands possessed; just Gorgan. He was famed throughout the land for his might and build, and the strange power his club possessed. Still, he preferred being alone, secluded within the palace walls until it was time for battle.

I don't like seeing you like this, King Alakurth admitted. Day in and day out, all alone in the dark in this room or wandering by yourself outside in the palace courts, sitting alone in the garden. You're more miserable than normal and I don't like it. You're like a son to me, Gorgan. What can I do to make you happy?

Gorgan lifted his head leveling cobalt blue eyes on him. His full lips parted.

Die.

Gorgan swiftly took the handle to his club and slammed the weapon down. The floor split apart, shattering in pieces as if it had been made of clay instead of stone. Wind burst from the blow slamming Alakurth against the wall, pinning him there by the club’s mystic power. Gorgan rose to his feet, wafting the darkness that pressed against him like a wizard's cloak, dragging the club on its heavy head. He shuffled his steps across the broken pebbled floor avoiding the pitted craters that were woven throughout the length of the floor.

Are you surprised, Alakurth? Gorgan asked in a low tone. Is this all unexpected? It doesn't feel like it should be. See, I've been biding my time, doing your will, taking down kingdoms and bringing back crowns, being as patient as I'm going to be with my virgin bride, waiting for the day, the moment when I kill you and take the throne.

Alakurth's eyes were wide as they followed Gorgan's every move. His heart was beating in his ears. He couldn’t speak. He could just barely breathe.

I knew the moment you made me your Commander that you thought I could be won over by position and power. I knew that you would try to make me believe that you would not kill them when they return from god-knows-where but I know you plan to do just that before their feet touch the snows. Well, guess what Alakurth? The blade of Odin is going to be mine. Tondalaya will be on my arm and my brother, Lars, will be my backbone as we raise Lezar from the ashes and make it the capital of the Ice Lands.

Gorgan lifted the club and drew