Free Kingdom of Stars (The Young Ancients: Timon Book Three) by P.S. Power Page B

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actually, since it didn't make sense for her to sacrifice her life just to kill
Princess Karina. The girl had ordered her daughter dead, and made it happen,
but Gray wouldn't be so emotional about it that she would have shown up to
fight her alone like that. This was a third point of confirmation for him then,
which probably meant she wasn't dead at all. It was too bad, really. Tim had
tried to have her killed himself, and the woman was going to have to die, no
matter what. Her plan was to kill most of the people in the world and leave
clones of Ancients to run it all. It was worse than barbaric.
    Too bad she looked exactly like his mother. It would
probably make killing her harder now. It wouldn't have before, but having
empathy and guilt was a chore.
    Remy had given away a lot more than that however. He, or
she, if that kind of thing applied at all, had become the Queen far too well,
and claimed to have been in and out of his life for years. Since most of that
had been in Two Bends, or out on the road making deliveries, there was a good
chance that someone he knew was dead. It was the easiest way to do it after
all, wasn't it? Just kill a person, make the body go away into a deep hole, and
then take their place?
    It wasn't going to be easy to figure it out either. Not at a
distance.
    Just about then a smooth black craft rose in the distance,
which was telling about something different, if Remy had run to it on foot. He
was fast . That had to be five or six miles away, and it had only been
three minutes.
    Tim didn't know if that was the case though. He'd been in
Austra enough to see how they did things, and knew about remote control
devices. Military grade Tor shoes might have done it too, if he'd misjudged
things a bit. The being had magical clothing for instance, which could mean a
lot of different things. Including that he was working with Tor directly. Or at
least the monster in his head.
    Then, not trusting anything in the world at all, which was
the only sensible plan, Timon just sat and waited for something to change and
hoped that he'd survive it.
    For the second time in his life, that didn't seem like it
was what would be happening at all.

Chapter three
     
     
     
     
     
     
    The inside of his craft was comfortable enough, it had a
soft seat, because sitting for hours on end was hard if you didn't see to
things like that, and it was made of magic, so it wasn't an extra expense or
anything. The temperature was about perfect for him, which meant slightly
cooler than most people enjoyed, being that he ran slightly hotter.
    So that, plus the nearly mind numbing fear kept him
entertained for a long time as he waited. He had to use his healing amulet, so
that he wouldn't have a combat rage headache, but as fights went, he'd been
remarkably unharmed in the end. In fact, that day at least, the morning
practice had been the most damaging part for him.
    It meant that he had a long time to think, as people slowly
came back, clearly wondering why he wasn't getting out to talk to them.
Countess Printer actually came back too, but he couldn't sense her through the
shield of the craft. That part was important, he knew, because even though he'd
told Remy that he could sense his presence, that might not be true at all. He
didn't know . It was a reasonable guess, but that was all.
    After a bit he blinked and rolled his eyes as Holly stood
out front of his now tiny vehicle looking worried. He had a communications
device after all. Contacting her, he grinned as she pulled her own from her
side pocket.
    "Sorry, things are a bit tense. I can't come out yet.
That man, Baron Talley? He's some kind of form changer. I don't think he was
the Baron at all." Which would probably mean the man was dead, if it were
the case.
    That would have led to a long discussion, but a large eight
sided craft descended from the sky then. It was glowing a pumpkin orange, and
settled over the ocean, instead of finding him. The line was open to Holly,