Bloodlord (Soulguard Book 3) Read Online Free
Author: Christopher Woods
Guard has always wanted to be in charge of things and they tend to get upset when someone else is setting the terms."
"Funny thing is," I said, "she wasn't mad about that. She was pissed because I didn't trust her enough to tell her about it til after the fact."
"That's a little surprising. I guess I'm still getting used to the new way things are being done since the change of the Council."
"Everything is different now," I said, "The war with Demons is completely different than it was for all those years. I'd say there have been more casualties on both sides in the last few years than the last five hundred totaled."
"I would agree," He said.
"And it's just a drop in the bucket of what's to come," I said, "My guys say there are hundreds of millions of Kresh on the home world. Just a small percentage are even aware that we exist. If we can't do somethin' pretty drastic, they'll roll over us with sheer numbers."
"Way to cheer a fellow up, boss," a voice came from behind us.
"What's up, Buddy?" I asked one of my oldest friends, Trent Deacons.
"Your better half sent me to ask if you still plan on dinner tomorrow with the usual suspects."
I looked at Warren, "I don't know, Am I broke?"
He chuckled, "No, you're not far from it but with the success we've had with the project, you're ok. I'm sure you can afford one of those trips to Hooters."
"Looks like we're still on, then," I turned back to Trent. "The good thing is I think it's all you can eat wings night tomorrow."
"Yeah," he said, "I can see that bein' pretty high on your list of important things to know. Right below the numbers of how many Kresh there are is the schedule for all you can eat wings at Hooters."
"Not right below it."
He just looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
"Ok, maybe it is."
He laughed, "I thought so. I'll see ya later today then, Boss."
Warren was smiling as Trent walked away.
"It's good to see the sense of humor coming back, Sir," he said.
"Can't help it," I said, "If you can't laugh, what's it all worth?"
"True," he said, "When do we do our demonstration for the Archmage?"
"Friday," I answered, "along with Marco and Polo."
"You've been busy, then."
"Spent the whole day in meetings, so far," I said.
"Go on and do what you need to then," he said, "There's nothing new in your finances yet. After the demonstrations begin, on the other hand, that will change drastically."
"You know I don't want to profit from this..."
"We have a three percent mark-up, Sir," He said, "You'll make very little per gun but we're looking at millions of sales if we are successful. That alone assures your financial future."
"Kinda hard to wrap my mind around that," I said.
"It may be, but you risked everything on this and it's about to pay off. Don't be ashamed of having a return. It could have very well failed and you would have had to eat Kyra's cooking."
"Well, since you put it that way," I said with a laugh.
"I'll talk to you again before the demo, Sir"
"Seeya later, Warren."
***
"What the Hell are ya thinkin'?!" I heard Jacobs' voice all the way across the hangar. "You hit the powder and the whole thing is gonna blow up in your face!"
He was yelling at a Mage fresh from the Academy. I could see the man had a Soulstream of about six inches in diameter. It was just as well, I'd seen this guy before and he had the worst focus I've ever seen in a Mage. He was a support Mage and would never be more. Unlike Soulguards, Mages are born with their larger Soulstreams. There's not a whole lot you can do with a Mage who can't focus. They thought he might have enough focus to imbue the guns in a plane with the Source, but apparently not.
"I guess you're headin back to the Academy," He said at a slightly lower decibel. "Get your stuff, maybe you can go work with Lyrica. You don't need precision to help move patients around."
I walked over to the pair and the young Mage made a quick exit.
Ivan Jacobs turned toward me and extended his hand. Or glove,
"Funny thing is," I said, "she wasn't mad about that. She was pissed because I didn't trust her enough to tell her about it til after the fact."
"That's a little surprising. I guess I'm still getting used to the new way things are being done since the change of the Council."
"Everything is different now," I said, "The war with Demons is completely different than it was for all those years. I'd say there have been more casualties on both sides in the last few years than the last five hundred totaled."
"I would agree," He said.
"And it's just a drop in the bucket of what's to come," I said, "My guys say there are hundreds of millions of Kresh on the home world. Just a small percentage are even aware that we exist. If we can't do somethin' pretty drastic, they'll roll over us with sheer numbers."
"Way to cheer a fellow up, boss," a voice came from behind us.
"What's up, Buddy?" I asked one of my oldest friends, Trent Deacons.
"Your better half sent me to ask if you still plan on dinner tomorrow with the usual suspects."
I looked at Warren, "I don't know, Am I broke?"
He chuckled, "No, you're not far from it but with the success we've had with the project, you're ok. I'm sure you can afford one of those trips to Hooters."
"Looks like we're still on, then," I turned back to Trent. "The good thing is I think it's all you can eat wings night tomorrow."
"Yeah," he said, "I can see that bein' pretty high on your list of important things to know. Right below the numbers of how many Kresh there are is the schedule for all you can eat wings at Hooters."
"Not right below it."
He just looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
"Ok, maybe it is."
He laughed, "I thought so. I'll see ya later today then, Boss."
Warren was smiling as Trent walked away.
"It's good to see the sense of humor coming back, Sir," he said.
"Can't help it," I said, "If you can't laugh, what's it all worth?"
"True," he said, "When do we do our demonstration for the Archmage?"
"Friday," I answered, "along with Marco and Polo."
"You've been busy, then."
"Spent the whole day in meetings, so far," I said.
"Go on and do what you need to then," he said, "There's nothing new in your finances yet. After the demonstrations begin, on the other hand, that will change drastically."
"You know I don't want to profit from this..."
"We have a three percent mark-up, Sir," He said, "You'll make very little per gun but we're looking at millions of sales if we are successful. That alone assures your financial future."
"Kinda hard to wrap my mind around that," I said.
"It may be, but you risked everything on this and it's about to pay off. Don't be ashamed of having a return. It could have very well failed and you would have had to eat Kyra's cooking."
"Well, since you put it that way," I said with a laugh.
"I'll talk to you again before the demo, Sir"
"Seeya later, Warren."
***
"What the Hell are ya thinkin'?!" I heard Jacobs' voice all the way across the hangar. "You hit the powder and the whole thing is gonna blow up in your face!"
He was yelling at a Mage fresh from the Academy. I could see the man had a Soulstream of about six inches in diameter. It was just as well, I'd seen this guy before and he had the worst focus I've ever seen in a Mage. He was a support Mage and would never be more. Unlike Soulguards, Mages are born with their larger Soulstreams. There's not a whole lot you can do with a Mage who can't focus. They thought he might have enough focus to imbue the guns in a plane with the Source, but apparently not.
"I guess you're headin back to the Academy," He said at a slightly lower decibel. "Get your stuff, maybe you can go work with Lyrica. You don't need precision to help move patients around."
I walked over to the pair and the young Mage made a quick exit.
Ivan Jacobs turned toward me and extended his hand. Or glove,
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