Free The Stormcaller: Book One Of The Twilight Reign by Tom Lloyd Page A

I can do that.’
    A look of panic flashed over her face, but Isak smiled as she started back and she realised that he had been joking. Tila gave a hiss of exasperation at her own gullibility and opened her mouth to retort when the words died. Isak’s own smile faltered as he realised she had checked herself, remembering her position in relation to his: she was a maid, noble-born or not, gossiping to the new Krann rather than attending to her duties. She pushed errant strands of hair back behind her ears as she turned back to the bed and tugged the sheet flat with a practised hand.
    Her tasks finished, Tila straightened her dress and then sat down on the floor facing into the dark circle there. She didn’t seem to trust the magic that held it, though the platform was solid and secure. Isak looked at her, but now she kept her eyes lowered.
    ‘Do you want to go back down again?’
    She twitched at the sound of his voice, then forced herself to look at him. ‘How, my Lord? Lord Bahl is the only one who can take us. The Chief Steward is still up there, so no doubt he will be down soon.’
    ‘I can take you down,’ Isak said brightly. ‘I’m pretty sure I can do what he did. It didn’t look that hard.’
    ‘Didn’t look that hard?’ Tila looked shocked. ‘It’s magic, so what’s so simple about that?’
    Isak paused. When he’d entered the circle below and watched Bahl trigger the magic, it had looked simple; it had felt to him as if the tower had welcomed him with its secrets. How did you explain that without sounding like a madman? She would think he meant that the tower had spoken to him, but it wasn’t that it was alive, not at all, just that he thought it was able to recognise someone like him. Isak hadn’t felt as though he had been Chosen until the magic of the tower had treated him as such. He’d bluster the rest for a pretty face.
    ‘If you don’t know anything about magic, then I can’t really explain it to you.’
    ‘Well, I suppose you are white-eye. “Pretty sure” - what exactly does that mean?’ She still sounded unconvinced.
    ‘Well, if it doesn’t work we’ll fall hundreds of feet and die - but I really think I know how to do it. Don’t worry,’ he added, with what sounded like entirely too much enthusiasm for her liking. Grabbing her arm he pulled her up and into the centre of the room. Tila yelped and tugged away, but Isak was so intent on what he was doing he didn’t even notice her efforts.
    Closing his eyes, Isak visualised himself standing alone in the tower. As the dry scent of the air receded from his awareness, he felt only the warm presence of Tila’s arm under his fingers. As he tried to focus, the warmth slid down his fingers until the tips became hot. Tila flinched slightly as he let go of her arm, but she had the sense to keep quiet rather than break his concentration. Then her presence faded from his awareness and he was left disembodied and alone.
    An image of the symbol drawn in the room below appeared in his mind. He felt the cylindrical tower, so still and strong about him, the air motionless on his skin while the wind outside tore upwards past windows and beyond the conical peak that pierced the clouds. The symbol flexed gently as he focused on it, the outstretched wings flickering as the wind felt its call.
    Isak chanced a breath. Now he could see how to release the wind, to channel it through the symbol and into the chimney. He was sure he could control it, but he wanted to enjoy the sensation for a while first. The magic he’d sensed vaguely over the last few years was suddenly within reach and under his control; it set every nerve-ending aflame and made him want to laugh with delight. Finally he reached out to the symbol and gently took hold of it. At his touch, the symbol quivered, trembling as it held back the eager wind. He clasped it for a moment as an understanding of the magic in it poured into him, then he opened it, and a broad grin appeared on his