SANDS AND TOMBS

  DRAGON THIEF BOOK 4

  MAC FLYNN

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  Author’s Note

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Sneak Peek: Storms and Crones

  A Small Favor

  When’s the Next Book?

  Series by Mac Flynn

  About Mac Flynn

  COPYRIGHT

  Sands and Tombs (Dragon Thief Book 4). Copyright © 2024 by Mac Flynn.

  Published by Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, disseminated, or transmitted in any form or by any or for any use, including recording or any information storage and retrieval system, without the prior written consent of the author and/or artist. The only except ions shirt excerpts or the cover image in reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, organizations, places and events portrayed in this novel or on the cover are either products of the author’s or artist’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author or artist.

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you so much for joining me on a journey through my imagination. If you’re looking for romance and adventure with a guaranteed Happily Ever After, then you’ve come to the right place. My books contain paranormal plotting and fantastical action, and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.

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  - Mac Flynn

  CHAPTER ONE

  What a view, and what a racket.

  I stepped off the carriage and winced as the din of the port city of Pernix rang in my ears. Men shouted at one another, ordering their compatriots about for the loading and unloading of cargo from the countless ships of countless sizes. The port was laid out with the central focus around the curve of the large crescent-shaped bay. Low natural sea walls surrounded the bay and left a gap of about a mile for the ships to enter and leave. Docks of various sizes stretched out into the blue-green waters that lapped at the white-sand beaches. Warehouses lined the large wharf, and at this noon hour their doors were wide open for the intake and outtake of the many different goods that were being unloaded by the burly, tanned men. Vendors had set up shop all along the wharf and offered their wares freshly caught or freshly unloaded.

  The city proper was a hodgepodge of mansions, stores, and small dwellings. The cheapest were made from the cast-off remains of ships and docks, and the most expensive were white palaces with gardens that overlooked the crystalline waters. They were set out at odd angles according to the angle of the nearest dock so that the streets sometimes crashed into each other at odd spots and then continued on their merry way or merged.

  A half dozen wagons rolled past us filled with crates and boxes. Little kids leapt onto the rear board and bounced their way down the city streets until they came to the sweet shops. Women hurried past us with baskets on their arms laden with fresh fish and vegetables of all shapes and sizes. There were even bags of flour and rice, and the sweet aroma of spices filled the air.

  “This is. . .chaotic,” I commented to my companion.

  Ben smiled down at me. “Wonderful, isn’t it?”

  I tilted my head to one side and cleaned out one ear. “Well, it’s certainly telling me I don’t need hearing aids.”

  He nodded at the boardwalk of merchant stalls. “Care to have a look around? There may be some sweets from afar.”

  My ears perked up at the idea and I grabbed his hand. “Why didn’t you say that sooner?”

  I tugged him down the wharf and into the jungle of vendors. There were fewer sweet stalls than at the thunder race, but I found a delightful one that featured strings of gummy bonbons and jars filled with hard candies in all shapes, sizes, and flavors.

  While I slobbered over the many varieties of goodies, something else caught Ben’s attention. He wandered over to a nearby stall that featured a wide range of walking sticks. One corkscrew-looking piece of wood in particular captured his focus, and he drew it out of the large pot that held a dozen of the staff.

  Curiosity brought me over to him, much to the chagrin of the sweets vendor. I noticed that the black surface of the wood had a smooth shine to it. “What is it?”

  “A number of these trees grow around the Rookwood estate,” he told me as he examined the stick.

  The middle-aged vendor with a relatively toothless mouth grinned and nodded. “Yes, sir, I know that home. It abuts the Werewald, doesn’t it?”

  Ben nodded. “Yes. That is where this stick was gathered, wasn’t it?”

  The proprietor bobbed his head. “Just so, sir, just so. It came at a great personal risk to me to fetch it considering the werewolves, but this wood makes for a very pretty stick, don’t you think?”

  Ben smiled. “And very expensive, I imagine.”

  “I did risk my soul to fetch it,” the vendor reminded him.

  “How much?”

  “A hundred denari, but I have change to trade for a baron.”

  Ben reached into his pocket and drew out his purse. He rifled through it before bringing out the required coinage. He received a few other coins back and the ownership of the stick.

  The vendor was all smiles as he bowed his head. “Thank you very much, sir. I hope you enjoy your purchase.”

  “So what’s so special about that stick?” I asked him as we wandered back to the eager sweet vendor.

  “I remember as a youth venturing into the Werewald for these branches,” he mused as he admired the smooth surface. “This particular tree is called the ‘witch’ because of its bewitchingly smooth bark that masks tiny barbs.”

  I squinted at the wood. “I don’t see any barbs.”

  “They’ve fortunately been filed off, leaving behind only the-ouch!” He stopped us at the sweet stall and stuck his finger in his mouth.

  I blinked at him. “Are you okay?”

  He removed his finger and glared at his digit which was slightly puffy. “Most of the barbs have been filed off.”

  I noticed something along one end of the wood. “What are those? They look like tiny holes.”

  He nodded. “They’re holes made by the nightmare slug. The creature is commonly found in witch wood, which is another reason for its name.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “How about you tell me more about the slug after I’ve eaten my candy?”

  Ben smiled and swept his hand over the vast array of goodies. “Purchase what you wish, provided it isn’t the whole cart.”

  I picked out what looked most delicious, and in a few minutes we found ourselves strolling the wharf trying to avoid being crushed by crates and angry workmen.

  “What do you think of the port?” Ben wondered.

  “It’s certainly busy,” I mused as I sniffed one of the candies. A snort escaped my nostrils. “I swear I can still smell thunder fumes whenever I eat candy.”

  He chuckled. “It’s the lingering excitement of the event in the air of the port. Sometimes it lasts for weeks, or at least until the last foreign spectator has ventured home on one of the boats.”

  I looked out toward the sea and the glistening waters. “What is that way? I think you mentioned there was some kind of island country where an aunt of yours became a noble.”

  Ben pointed due south from our position. “That would be Kalea some fifty miles out. You can just make out a low hill in the distance that is the sandstorm that protects the island.”

  I swept my eyes over the wharf. “Is there a spot where we can enjoy the water without also admiring someone’s tattoo?”

  His eyes twinkled. “We’re headed there now.”

  Our feet took us down the wharf to the eastward arm of the sea wall. The commercial noise was replaced by the soothing call of the sea as the waves glided over the white sand. An ancient path of weathered boards, each of a different size and age, led to the very tip of the narrow land mass. The earth sloped steeply down near the end so we were able to take a seat facing outward and have our legs dangle over the edge.

  I leaned forward and admired the view. The green-blue sea of Ceorulus stretched out before us as far as I could see. The only blemish on the horizon was the dot of

Kalea in the far distance.

  The waters gently lapped at the stones beneath our feet and created a sweet lullaby. “It’s so peaceful.”

  Ben stiffened by my side and his eyes darted toward the port. I looked at what had caught his attention and discovered a single man strolling toward us. He was dressed in white cloth of some light material and some of it was draped over his head in a hood that partially concealed his face. One of his hands was tucked into his open shirt that revealed his very tanned skin.

  He stopped a few feet away and smiled at us. “Excuse me. Would I be interrupting you if I passed?”

  Ben shook his head. “Not at all, but I suspect that isn’t all you wish to do.”

  The man chuckled. “You are a very astute person. Perhaps that is why you give off such an imposing presence of magic?”

  “And how would you know that?” Ben wondered as he slowly climbed to his feet. For my part, I scuttled to my feet.

  The man drew out his hand and revealed a small ball that appeared to be made of sand. The countless bits of colorful dust gave off a soft glow of yellow light. “This, my friend, is what tells me you are needed.”

  I blinked at him. “Needed for what?”

  He snapped his fingers. A strange ripple appeared around him, and the next moment a half dozen men leapt out from behind the stranger. They wore the same garb but also sported very large sticks with strange sapphire stones on the tips. The men raced toward us and Ben positioned himself in front of me. They lifted their sticks and the stones let off a soft glow.

  It was at that moment I felt a strange lethargy fall over me. “B-Ben,” I whispered as I dropped to my knees.

  Ben spun around to aid me and one of the attackers hit him hard on the back of the head. He crumpled to the ground beside me and blood pooled at the point of impact. I covered his body with my own as the men surrounded us.

  Their leader stepped forward and there was an apologetic look on his face. “We are sorry to do this, miss, but it must be done to save our people.”

  I couldn’t find the energy to reply as all the strength was sapped from me. The world grew dark and I fell into unconsciousness.

  CHAPTER TWO

  I woke up with the mother of all hangovers without the satisfaction of at least a cup of drink. A groan escaped me as my weary body complained of my shifting. It didn’t help that I lay atop a rather hard surface covered in some flimsy and torn sheets.

  My eyes fluttered open and I found myself staring up at a short ceiling some six feet above me. The roof over my head had been hewn from some hard sand-like yellow stone, as had the walls. I eased myself onto my arms and discovered I sat in a small square space and beyond it lay a narrow, dingy hall.

  My heart dropped as I realized a wall of bars kept me from escaping. That, and the disappearance of a particularly important person.

  “Ben!” I shouted as my poor thumper in my chest now skipped a beat.

  “Beside you,” came the smooth but tense reply.

  I whipped my head to my left and the wall that stood there and I scrambled close to it. “What in the hell is going on? Where are we?”

  A deep sigh escaped my compatriot. “I believe we’re in the dungeons of the kingdom of Kalea. Mind you, I haven’t actually seen them myself, but the dry air and yellowed walls do point toward that being our location.”

  I blinked at the wall. “Kalea? But why were we taken here?” A heavy clank of a metal door caught my attention.

  “We may very well be finding out,” Ben mused as I heard his feet scuff against the floor.

  Four male soldiers came into view, or so I assumed that’s what they were. They wore tight-fitting shirts and pants over their muscled frames, and on top of those were metal armor plates that perfectly sculpted to their forms. The light and broad-footed boots hardly made a noise on the floor, and each of them carried a heavy staff nearly as tall as them and with trident-like metal tips on the top that featured hideous barbs jutting out at all angles.

  A fifth person scuttled over and unlocked my cell door before he stepped back. One of the guards slipped into the cell and caught my attention before he nodded at his compatriots. “You will come with us.”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat and stepped off the bed. The guard grabbed my left arm and wrenched me forward into the arms of his cohorts.

  It was then I realized my ribbon was no longer on my arm. Panic overtook me as I whipped my head around to examine the cell, but there was no sign of it in there.

  We stood in a long corridor lined with about two dozen cells. A door in the center was the only escape. Two of the soldiers moved over to the adjoining cell where Ben waited at the front. The lowly cell manager opened his gate and he stepped out before the soldiers could offer their ‘help.’

  Ben’s eyes immediately fell on me. “Are you alright?”

  I nodded. “I think-”

  “No talking!” the lead soldier snapped as he pushed his spear against my back. “And march!”

  I stumbled forward and Ben made to catch me, but one of the other soldiers performed the task. The other two soldiers grabbed Ben’s arms and held him back as he shot a deadly look at my assailant. His voice was low and dangerous, and there was a glint of red in those dark eyes. “Don’t touch her again like that.”

  The soldier’s bravado wavered under Ben’s warning, but only for a moment before he recovered himself and nodded at the doorway. “Through there!”

  Ben’s warning, however, had the effect that the head soldier avoided touching me, especially as he slipped past me in the hall and took the lead. The doorway led to a winding staircase, and as we climbed the air became less stifling. The top of the stairs led to a wider hall where the walls were made of huge stone blocks cut and smoothed to fit perfectly together. Not even an ant could have fit between those boulders.

  We were marched down the hall to another corridor where the decor became more opulent. Tapestries covered the plain walls and nooks featured human busts and animal statues. Servants in simple but clean white attire stepped aside from their duties to allow us to pass. We eventually found ourselves in a large entrance hall with a wide set of stone steps covered in red carpeting. The stairs led up to a pair of doors flanked by more guards. They opened the doors and revealed a long, wide throne room where more soldiers stood in front of the columns that held up the high ceiling. Sunlight streamed in through the tall windows on either side and revealed a large city that sat in an expansive plain. The only high spot appeared to be the palace in which we found ourselves.

  A throne of gold stood at the end of the long walk across the room, and a tall man in elegant white and red robes was seated on its plush seat. The man appeared to be about forty with a short stiff beard and dark mustache. His brownish hair, however, was draped over his shoulders. He wore a wreath of gold leaves decked with jewels atop his brow and his fingers were likewise covered in gilded rings.

  The man was shorter than Ben, but his bearing bespoke an ancient lineage that knew their lofty place in the world and wouldn’t let anyone else forget it, either.

  My heart skipped a beat when I noticed a small end table beside the throne. The Prima Staff in its flute form lay on the top with its canister beside it. My untied ribbon was draped over both of them.

  Our escort stopped us ten feet short of the platform on which sat the throne. The four men bowed to the royal and stepped to the side of us in pairs.

 

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