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Matabar. Chapter 50 - Answers
In the hearth, a little flame danced with a playful, cheerful spirit. Like a red-haired, mischievous boy, it tossed itself around in complex leaps, cracking the dry wood as it moved. With each bow, it tipped an invisible hat, tossing its orange mane of sparks across the hearth, and with the toe of a...
Matabar. Chapter 49 - Pack
The train shuddered to a halt.“Delpas Station,” announced the conductor as he briefly peeked into the carriage.Ardan snapped awake and realized that, for the past few hours, he’d been leaning his head against the window frame, leaving a vivid, crimson line across his forehead that was now mirr...
Matabar. Chapter 48 - Blood and History
At times, Ardi would drift into wakefulness. It would seem that he was riding on the bench of a truck, which rolled lazily over the cobblestones, causing him to bounce up every now and again. To his left and right sat Cloaks, holding him steady so he wouldn’t tumble to the floor. On another bench ...
Matabar. Chapter 47 - Vulture and the Top Hat
Ardan was slowly, painfully, coming back to his senses. His ears rang, and the world in front of him shimmered as if he were staring at a lake’s depths on a windy day. Worse yet, his nose caught a dreadful smell. Burnt flesh. Human flesh.He jerked his head, barely stifling a groan of pain, and ope...
Matabar. Chapter 46 - 'Burn'
Life after the incident on Baliero’s Fifth Street gradually slipped back into a familiar rhythm. It was a bit chaotic, as usual, thick and clinging like rubber, and yet somehow pleasant in its own way.For the first few days, Ardan had worried that the guards, or worse, the Cloaks, would show up at...
Matabar. Chapter 45 - Missing Head
As the gunfire crackled in a relentless, blistering symphony, restoring his Star was proving... jarringly fragmented. Often, the energy would simply dissipate into the air.“Faster!” Shouted Lisa, reloading the drum of her gun.From the folds of her grimy dress, she pulled out a cluster of eight b...
Matabar. Chapter 44 - Baliero
Elver, whose unimposing frame seemed even slighter beneath his worn clothes, was nervously smoking a cigarette by his car. The vehicle — a battered old Derks model that must have been repaired countless times — sported mismatched passenger doors, a dented front fender, and a crooked rear bumper....
Matabar. Chapter 43 - Job
“Hello, my son.I received your letters. I spent the whole night with them, and, if only for a short while, it felt like you were here again, as cheerful as ever, sometimes thoughtful, and always gentle. I breathed in their scent, and along with it, I felt as if I was breathing in your very presenc...
Matabar. Chapter 42 - Stray
Ardan strolled in a leisurely manner along the cobblestone street. A cold, drizzling rain fell from above. He had grown used to the sight of it through the window — those small, sharp droplets leaving long threads of tiny beads on the glass. But walking under them was a different matter entirely. ...
Matabar. Chapter 41 - 'Well then'
Holding his second slip of paper with a list that contained about a dozen academic textbooks, Ardan stepped out of the greenhouse and headed toward the stairs. Behind him, the lecture was still ongoing, or rather, its practical part was.After calculating the formula and a short break — during whic...
Matabar. Chapter 40 - Old Poison
Ardan couldn’t quite recall how the break had passed. He had buried himself in the reference book on the basic types of seals with such hunger that he’d understood almost nothing. Nor could he remember how he’d packed his things, left the lecture hall, and then found himself standing before th...
Matabar. Chapter 39 - New ways once again
Ardan woke up to the familiar creak of a door hinge. Instinctively, he tried to sit up, only to hit his head on the low ceiling. Hissing like a forest cat, he rubbed his sore forehead. Blinking away the grogginess, he turned his gaze toward the narrow strip of glass that served as a window. He had c...
Matabar. Chapter 38 - End of the long day
Still carrying his knapsack that lightly tapped against his back as he walked and the satchel that would awkwardly get caught on his staff, Ardan opened the door leading to the stairs and… Well, there was nothing particularly remarkable there. Just ordinary steps that alternated with wide landings...
Matabar. Chapter 37 - Papers and ink
Ardi approached the counter after waiting patiently for two mages ahead of him to finish their business. The first thing that caught his attention wasn’t the striking sorceress standing behind the cherrywood counter among her colleagues. Sure, her lush, nearly platinum hair and vivid green eyes dr...
Matabar. Chapter 36 - The Grand
Ardan adjusted the collar of his suit and glanced at himself in the mirror. Staring back at him was the same unfamiliar dandy dressed in expensive clothes, holding a staff in one hand and a small satchel in the other, with a backpack slung over his shoulder. Draped over his arm was the warm coat his...
Matabar. Chapter 35 - Spider
“Hello, Mother.I’m writing to you from my temporary quarters in the Palace of the Kings of the Past. Sounds like the start of one of Grandfather’s stories, doesn’t it?In truth, it’s much grander in reputation than it is in reality. The place is so small that I doubt our own pantry would fi...
Matabar. Chapter 34 - Dancing
All sound in the hall ceased. The instruments of the musicians fell silent, and the rustling of gowns and the clatter of heels from the noble crowds moved like waves, parting away from the main entrance of the hall, which stood perpendicular to the podium with the thrones. They were massive thrones ...
Matabar. Chapter 33 - Palace
Ardi lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, where a small ice replica of Kaishas glided lazily through the air. It traced pirouettes around the ever-changing clouds, which at times transformed into the familiar peaks of the Alcade.The stern, somewhat menacing cliffs hanging over the abyss, car...
Matabar. Chapter 32 - Shade
Ardan closed the book and, leaning back in his chair, rubbed his eyes. They were slightly tired from the light of the oil lamp, which sputtered on the table, casting dancing shadows across its green, felt-covered surface.With Tatiana’s help, he had finally found his way to the mansion’s library....
Matabar. Chapter 31 - Old names
When she’d entered the room, she had expected to see someone far different from what her eyes actually beheld. By the bed, sitting right on the floor, wearing what were clearly old, worn-out clothes — complete with a cowboy scarf around his neck, a faded leather jacket, and tall boots — was a ...
Matabar. Chapter 30 - Metropolis
In the dim light of predawn, Ardan stirred from his slumber. The gentle swaying of the train and the rhythmic clatter of wheels on the rails had lulled him into a deep sleep. But now, a strange sensation, like trying to read ten different books at once, had roused him, urging him to lift the heavy v...
Matabar. Chapter 29 - Train
“And yet, we should have crushed that filth in
Matabar. Chapter 28 - Letter
A small rock struck a barely-visible shimmer, which looked like something akin to a soap bubble, bounced aside, and fell to the ground.Ardi, whose foot had just set off a flicker of a magical seal, nearly followed it, collapsing onto the dewy morning grass.“Damn it, boy!” Yelled Yonatan, flippin...
Matabar. Chapter 27 - Song of the dead
There were no flashes of torches or the light cast by lamps in the darkness. To orc eyes, the light of the full moon was enough to see as clearly as if it were daytime.And as for Ardan...He could see the outlines of their unusual steeds, one and a half times the size of the ones the humans rode. He ...
Matabar. Chapter 26 - Stories
The next few days passed in the familiar bustle of the caravan. After their night march, as Mart had called it — though he was reaching for the bottle less and less, perhaps because he was finally recovering from the stress of that long night with Cassara — the people had begun to calm down. The...
Matabar. Chapter 25 - Fur and guns
“Hello, Mother.I’m writing to you from... Well, I suppose it’s silly to start a letter this way. But that’s how I’ll start it anyway.I’m writing from Mart Borskov’s wagon. He’s a good man, even if he drinks a lot and talks even more. When it rains, he lets me wait out the storm under...
Matabar. Chapter 24 - Healer and Mage
When Ardi awoke, the first thing he did was check if the laces securing the “roof” to the frame of his tent had come loose. Of course, this contraption could hardly be called a “tent.” It was just a small piece of canvas stitched for him by his mother, tied between two poles, with a bottom p...
Matabar. Chapter 23 - Dawn Shakhash
As Yonatan’s squad and the marshals drew closer together, Ardan became increasingly aware of how much his life had turned upside down. The strange horse walking beside him and the belongings of someone he had only recently conversed with, though not in the most pleasant of ways, served as a stark ...
Matabar. Chapter 22 - Fire and Lightning
Ardi patted the old bay horse on the neck, checked to make sure his bedroll was securely tied to the saddle, and tightened the laces of his cloak. In the prairies and steppes, the most important thing was not to rely on the warmth of the sun and to ensure that you always had dry and warm clothing re...
Matabar. Chapter 21 - Good talk
The last stone settled atop the cairn, and Ardan stepped back, pressing his fist to his chest before touching the back of his hand to his forehead. Cassara, standing beside him, said nothing. The vampire rarely spoke. In the month they had lived together in the former Ranger’s house with Yonatan...
