All Chapters of Dark Goddess: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Had the sun ever shone since then, since Derkan's death? If so, he hadn't noticed. Anwin crouched on the veranda in the dry and watched how the rain made the leaves of the Nerevi linden vibrate: they initially gave way under the weight and then swung up again elastically after the drop had congealed down the central vein and had come loose - only to fall on a leaf recently and the whole process started all over again. Tiny, countless cascades. It could take a while before a drop finally fell to the ground.Anwin liked the sound of the rain pattering faintly on the roof of the healer's house - if only it was much stronger, so strong that it would cause it to collapse.At some point the slave train passed the linden tree, always in groups with an overseer. The sixth or seventh human ball contained Eleran and Issa. Her bare feet were covered in mud, and the rags that clad her could not keep the moisture from her body. She had to support him because he had been beaten again,

That was a clear and very annoying threat, the sumptuous furnishings of Rassek's premises left little doubt that he did not indulge in a modest lifestyle and that the small villa he had recently bought and now had furnished devoured a lot of gold. Rassek wanted to go to the rich and important, as it was his due, he had the reputation of the gods and many nobles. If the aristocrats' payment behavior had been better, he would have left the training house long ago, because he was disgusted by his own kind. SiVender was one of the few who paid on time and reliably, you couldn't scare the man away. After all, he paid not only for healings, but also for information about the aristocracy and the gods. He wasn't really allowed to be cured either, which is why Rassek had recently been reluctant to let Anwin recover. But obviously this had failed anyway and could therefore have taken over the healing of the cruel slave trader in the future. But if he threatened to give less wages, he had no c

“You murdered him, the fugitive slave. Not with your own hands, not that. You handed him over and betrayed him after you learned we'd talked. How ever you succeeded. "An evil grin appeared on Rassek's face. “This should teach you what happens when you try to escape my control! We never talked about it, but I hope he didn't have an easy death! I was told that you had exchanged a few words of farewell. Tell me, little pupil, what was there still important to talk about before his soul was torn into the hereafter? "Anwin looked into his bloodshot eyes. “I promised him I would not leave his death unpunished. I promised him I would kill you! "For a moment Rassek only looked astonished. Then his features became contorted with anger and he strikes with his right fist to punch Anwin's face. But the movements were so slow that he could simply put his hand in his face and Rassek fell backwards.“I'm no longer the little boy you can kick at will! Even when you are so

Anwin took a deep breath and tried to remember what Ubandor had told him about this room. Somewhere on the wall there had to be an inconspicuous door that opened into a small chamber. It housed cleaning utensils. He looked towards the wall and soon found what he was looking for. If you knew the door was there, it wasn't that hard to see. It had been clear to him and Ubandor that Rassek's body couldn't just stay in the area; it had to disappear quickly. With an effort he got up and stumbled the few steps towards the wall, pressing his hand against it. The inconspicuous door gave a little and almost immediately it bounced towards him. He opened it further, turned, and then took a few steps back to Rassek's lifeless body. By one leg he pulled the body to the door and into the narrow, already overcrowded chamber. Then he simply stepped on the body, half of which protruded into the anteroom, and over him. He grabbed his shoulders and heaved him up. In view of his exhaustion, it was unexp

“Anyway,” continued the giant, “I'll register with my master”. He walked quickly to the door, past the poor pile of slaves, and yanked it open. Anwin could see the child kneeling by the side of SiVender's bedstead give a violent shock. Ubandor walked over to him, took his thin upper arm and pulled him up, looking into his wide-open pupils from a short distance."You can leave. Wait for further instructions in the lounge! ”The child scurried past them fearfully, staggering a little, but obviously did not question Ubandor's authority. Well, one less potential problem.SiVender had finally woken up from the noise and Ubandor turned to him, bowed his head and put his right fist to his chest."Lord, I am back bringing the healer's adepts and sacrifices appropriate for your healing."SiVender straightened up a little. “Where's Rassek, the damned guy! If he thinks that I am paying just as much for his incompetent adept as I am for him, then he was mistaken and vastl

Anwin replied with a neutrality - almost cold - in his voice that he could not feel. On the contrary, he had never been so upset in his life. “Rassek told me a lot, for example, about the fact that the gift - the curse - of healing must run in the family. You inherit them. But my father doesn't have this quality and none of his ancestors had them, I can be pretty sure that something like that will be noticed. So it probably came from my mother, from that woman my father never told me about - and with good reason. She was a woman who lived differently than the gods please. Or still lives that way, in secret. Issa, I suspect your grandmother is my mother! She was the only one who could pass this curse on to me! She must have been about three dozen years old at the time of conception, not too old to give birth. So you can say 'uncle' to me! I think you understand why I'm telling you this now! The short version: I wish you both all the best from the bottom of my heart. You need a person

Slowly these thoughts drained away as the journey got faster and faster than Anwin had ever moved. He looked anxiously at the houses and people rushing by. The speed of the four-in-hand was far too high, recklessly high, because no one could avoid the horses in time if he happened to be in their way. Nevertheless, Anwin finally enjoyed the frenzy of the frenzied movement. Could SiVender's horses be that fast? How long would it then take them to the edge of the world, to that place where his life had begun and where his second almost began - if the gods hadn't got in the way! Were they omniscient?Finally the carriage slowed down again. Anwin suspected that the pyramid had to be in the immediate vicinity, although he could not see it because he was sitting against the direction of travel. But he knew the area all too well, much better than he would have liked. They stopped, the messenger got out, an armed escort was already waiting. Anwin follows his example and together, flank

One of the goddess's gestures made Anwin stand up, which he immediately did. He took the victim's right hand, then took a small step towards the strange and powerful man who was now holding out his scarred hand. Now Anwin could see that his palm was pitted too. Apparently a knife had wounded him years ago. As soon as Anwin touched the scar, his uncanny powers began to work. He was so amazed that he almost broke off contact, because the man was astonishingly old and yet his appearance spoke for youth or at least for significantly less than three dozen years. His aura was bright, a little frayed at the edge, as always with older people, and exuded just as much coldness as his gaze. Now he tried to connect it with that of the victim, the priest, who luckily had no latent healing gifts. The request for another donor would not have been very well received here. Filaments of light wandered from the two auras towards each other, turned around, were linked. Now came the first, ugly deep red

The carriage started moving, slowly at first, the two dead barely moved, they were amazingly well lashed. Anwin pulled the curtains away from the door windows on either side so that the two men could be seen from outside. Because the guards of the city had orders to check every vehicle. One of the armored men did, too, but he knew Ubandor too well to have more than a quick peek inside the carriage. Aside from Anwin, the inmates were highly respected people who were better not annoyed by waking them up because they seemed to be asleep. Even so, Anwin expected at any moment that the deception would be discovered. He was tense and trembling.The guard quietly turned to Ubandor: "Where are you going?""After the great ninth.""Without armed escort?"“It's hardly worth attacking us! Just look at the miserable bunch we carry with us! And anyway! Don't I count? ”Ubandor grinned and flexed his muscles.The guard laughed. “Yes, Ubandor, you count! You are the be

ProloguePROLOGUEThe girl had been sitting at the little table in the unlit corner for days after sunset and the man with the weasel face was watching her from the counter. She wasn't a whore, as she never spoke to anyone and immediately self-confidently nipped in the bud any attempt at contact by one of the male tavern visitors. In order to appear inconspicuous, she had covered her slim figure with a black satin cape, the cape was pulled far forward so that her finely cut features could hardly be guessed. Only a few black curls twisted out of the darkness like hell snakes from a hole in the ground, hinting at a wealth of hair and even in the weak light of the candles the cold, blue eyes could be clearly made out. Even when it was veiled, she was not inconspicuous, she was, as her cloak revealed, wealthy and therefore had no business in a place like this. Now she stretched herself, raised the glass to her lips to drink and for a moment the dark coat gaped ope