Adam Epstein - The Familiars - Circle of Heroes

Dedication Dedication One - Escape Two - Beyond the Alabaster Wall Three - The Inn of the Golden Chalice Four - Up the Spiralwood Five - Gloom Hills Six - The Obsidian Cloud Seven - The Scorch Path Eight - A Cunning Capture Nine - Lothar Ten - Standoff at Jabal Tur Eleven - Into the Abyss Twelve - Poison Darts and Pocket Dragons Thirteen - A Stroke of Luck Fourteen - Twice Betrayed Fifteen - Sleight of Hand Sixteen - A Destiny Made Seventeen - Battle at Bronzhaven Eighteen - The Shifting Fortress Nineteen - A New Vastia Have you read? Copyright About the Publisher

For Bernie, Roselle, Phyllis, and Jack, my grandparents. Whether here or in the Tomorrowlife, you are my circle of heroes.

A. J. E.

For Ryder, my son. You are my greatest adventure.

A. J.

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Dedication Dedication Dedication One - Escape Two - Beyond the Alabaster Wall Three - The Inn of the Golden Chalice Four - Up the Spiralwood Five - Gloom Hills Six - The Obsidian Cloud Seven - The Scorch Path Eight - A Cunning Capture Nine - Lothar Ten - Standoff at Jabal Tur Eleven - Into the Abyss Twelve - Poison Darts and Pocket Dragons Thirteen - A Stroke of Luck Fourteen - Twice Betrayed Fifteen - Sleight of Hand Sixteen - A Destiny Made Seventeen - Battle at Bronzhaven Eighteen - The Shifting Fortress Nineteen - A New Vastia Have you read? Copyright About the Publisher For Bernie, Roselle, Phyllis, and Jack, my grandparents. Whether here or in the Tomorrowlife, you are my circle of heroes. A. J. E. For Ryder, my son. You are my greatest adventure. A. J.

One - Escape

Two - Beyond the Alabaster Wall

Three - The Inn of the Golden Chalice

Four - Up the Spiralwood

Five - Gloom Hills

Six - The Obsidian Cloud

Seven - The Scorch Path

Eight - A Cunning Capture

Nine - Lothar

Ten - Standoff at Jabal Tur

Eleven - Into the Abyss

Twelve - Poison Darts and Pocket Dragons

Thirteen - A Stroke of Luck

Fourteen - Twice Betrayed

Fifteen - Sleight of Hand

Sixteen - A Destiny Made

Seventeen - Battle at Bronzhaven

Eighteen - The Shifting Fortress

Nineteen - A New Vastia

Have you read?

Copyright

About the Publisher

Aldwyn cringed from the foul stench gusting in over the eastern wall of Bridgetower. The full moon cast a glow on the macabre parade of approaching zombies, bathing every skull, ribcage, hoof, and paw in a harsh yellow light. Dead animals of all sizes, from great elephants down to swarms of vermin, were ready to attack.

Such a fearsome sight would have caused a lesser familiar to tremble, but Aldwyn’s paws remained steady. He stood firm on the Tower Pub rooftop, exchanging glances with his equally stalwart animal companion, Skylar the blue jay. The third member of their heroic trio, Gilbert the tree frog, appeared far less bold.

“Go to your happy place, go to your happy place,” Gilbert chanted to keep from panicking. “I’m picturing a bug-infested lily pad.”

“An undead army never tires, never grows hungry, and never knows fear,” said Skylar, a bit ominously.

“How do you kill something when it’s already dead?” asked Aldwyn. His question hung in the air.

“If I still had my magic, I’d blast them back to the Tomorrowlife,” said Aldwyn’s loyal, Jack.

“Well, thanks to Paksahara’s dispeller curse, we don’t,” said Marianne to her younger brother. “No human does. Not even Queen Loranella.”

Aldwyn looked back out at the dead animal army to see a line of skeletal rams bashing their horns against the outer city wall. Decomposing corpses of bears slammed their claws into the battlements, trying to rip open holes large enough to force their way through.

“It won’t be long before they reach the glyphstone,” said Dalton, the eldest of the three apprentice wizards.

Aldwyn turned his attention from the outer wall. At the centre of the city, a large stone pillar covered in runic symbols stood outside Bridgetower’s House of Trials, guarded by the queen’s soldiers. This pillar was one of Vastia’s three glyphstones. These ancient monoliths had the magical power to summon the Shifting Fortress, but a glyphstone alone could not bring the Fortress forth. It needed to be surrounded by seven animals. And not just any animals. Magical animals. Descendants of the seven species that formed the First Phylum.

These were the animals that Aldwyn and his companions were going to search for, and the reason why they had enlisted the help of Grimslade, Vastia’s most notorious animal tracker.

Despite the rams’ continued charge, the strong stone barrier resisted crumbling, but it did not escape damage entirely: a few small gaps began to form in the wall.

“So long as Paksahara remains hidden away in the Shifting Fortress, she’ll continue to command her Dead Army without fear of retaliation,” said Dalton. “Skylar, the map.”

The blue jay reached a talon into her leather satchel and removed a rolled-up piece of parchment. She set the map down on the rooftop and smoothed it out with her wing.

“We need you to find some animals,” Jack told Grimslade.

“A mongoose, golden toad, wolverine, howler monkey, king cobra, bloodhound, and lightmare,” said Skylar.

“We know where a few of them are, but most are a mystery to us,” said Jack.

Dalton continued, “We already know a howler monkey who lives in Split River and a bloodhound who lingers in the Gloom Hills. But we’ll need your help with the other five.”

“What’s a howler monkey doing in Split River?” asked Grimslade. “Last time I checked, most of them spent their days banging their drums high up in the Forest Under the Trees.”

“She’s a familiar to one of our mentor’s former wizard apprentices,” answered Marianne. “They’ve been protecting Split River for years now.”

Aldwyn had heard many stories about Banshee and Galleon from Skylar and Gilbert. He even remembered seeing some of the letters that Galleon had sent to Stone Runlet, bragging about his adventures.

“If we pick up the howler monkey and bloodhound first, I suggest we then head north to the Abyssmal Canyon,” said Grimslade. “That’s where the mongooses and king cobras reside, deep within the broken crevices of the Kailasa mountains. I’ve tracked them once before with my Olfax snout. Give me that pen of yours.”

The bounty hunter reached for Skylar’s satchel and tried to grab Scribius. But before he could tighten his grip, the frightened pen leaped from his hand, glided across the map, and ducked behind Gilbert. Shady, the shadow puppy who had adopted Gilbert as his dad, let out a ferocious bark at Grimslade, his smoky snout and ears peeking out from the tree frog’s flower bud backpack.

“It’s OK,” Gilbert assured Shady and Scribius. “He’s with us now.”

Scribius cautiously reappeared from behind the frog, before moving over to the map. Following the bounty hunter’s instructions, the magic pen then began charting a course from the Gloom Hills to the Abyssmal Canyon.

“After we pick up a mongoose and king cobra in the crevices of Kailasa,” continued Grimslade, “we’ll let this do the rest.”

Grimslade held up a disembodied wolf’s nose that was attached to his belt. Aldwyn knew only too well what this was: an Olfax tracking snout, one of the black magic specialties of the cave shamans of Stalagmos, able to sniff out any prey. Grimslade had used this very snout to track Aldwyn through Vastia only a few short weeks ago. How ironic that now it would be used to aid the former alley cat and his companions, rather than hunt them.