The Favor of a God

By Shayne Carmichael and Mychael Black

Veil is an arrogant noble whose luck has officially run out. He has paid the Varnis priests to pray for him over many years, so, naturally, he demands to speak to their leader about his recent bad luck. But Ash isn't like the other priests, and Veil quickly finds himself facing more than a simple holy man.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arian Derwydd Books, LLC
• Release date: Jun 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9781955467742

Shayne Carmichael

She writes, she makes shiny things.

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Veil is an arrogant noble whose luck has officially run out. He has paid the Varnis priests to pray for him over many years, so, naturally, he demands to speak to their leader about his recent bad luck. But Ash isn't like the other priests, and Veil quickly finds himself facing more than a simple holy man.

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The Favor of a God

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Veil’s luck had gone from bad to worse. At first, the incidents had been mild, but now he couldn’t even go outside without something happening to him. Today he was bombarded by trash when a cartload of it ‘accidentally’ tipped over and drenched him in foul-smelling refuse. He reeked to high heaven, and, after having just barely escaped an irate cart driver, people were laughing and pointing as they deliberately walked around him.

Veil didn’t need to ask what fate had cursed him; he already knew the answer. He just didn’t know why the god had taken him into disfavor. Plucking a rotten, molding piece of envar from his once-pristine shirt, he growled softly to himself as he abruptly changed direction. There would be only one place to find an answer.

Ashlor, or Ash as he liked to be called nowadays, was the only high priest within three hundred miles. Never mind the fact that the elf wasn’t overly fond of practitioners of the arcane arts; bottom line was: Veil needed his help now.

Letting out a sigh of resignation -- or maybe it was indignation -- Veil started the climb up the mountainside, taking the well-worn but winding path that led to the priest’s tower. By the time he reached the top, Veil was puffing, cursing up a flurry of dark fae and human words that would’ve made the most sea-hardened sailors blush. Before him, the tall stone walls of the temple rose well above his head. An open wrought-iron gate led to the inner courtyard.

I pay the damn priests at Varnis too much for this to be happening, he muttered to himself as he looked up at the tall marble tower. Gleaming under the sun, the smooth white stone reflected the brilliant light. With a determined grimace, he moved towards the outer door. Instead of knocking, Veil simply opened it and walked in. If his reputation hadn’t preceded him, it would soon be known. The richest