Bastial Steel (The Rhythm of Rivalry: Book 2)
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Dragged to an unfamiliar continent transformed by war and monstrous creatures, Cleve’s path home has never been less clear. With a place in a king’s plot, a princess who wants to marry him, and the companionship of a brash Sartious mage, Cleve learns that—while some battles are won with a sword—others are played out through a more delicate dance.
But Cleve has never been one for delicacy.
Soon he’s making tidal waves in every puddle he crosses on his path to return home.
NOTE: It’s recommended that Bastial Energy and The Sartious Mage be read before this novel, but it doesn’t matter which book is read first between those two.
For more information on the Rhythm of Rivalry series, visit the author’s website at btnarro.com.
get the idea you can act like that,” the King of Goldram scolded Cleve. “But if you touch Kasko again, you can look forward to spending the rest of your time imprisoned.” Kasko shook his head at Cleve in disbelief. “I just told him that he should be ready for competition. I won’t let Jessend go so easily.” “No,” Cleve corrected. “He threatened to cut me.” Kasko gasped. “And he’s a liar as well!” Jessend stomped her foot. “He’s—” She stopped her shout when her father folded his arms and
around, Jessend was riding toward him. Her horse was going impressively fast, bouncing through the air. She stopped it right beside Cleve and the horse reared up, letting out a loud whinny. “How’s Nulya?” “Um.” Cleve couldn’t tell if her question was serious or not. “She’s a horse.” Jessend giggled. “Obviously. How do you like her?” “I think I like her.” Jessend hopped off her horse to walk beside Cleve, dragging her mount along her other side. “Isn’t Silvie cute?” She shot a look back at
who you’re talking to. Sit back down.” Cleve gulped down his annoyance as best he could and sat. Jessend took his hand again, and he felt some anger diminish. Danvell’s mouth moved, but no words came out. He sat back down as well, letting out another long breath. “I actually agree with you, Cleve,” he said, his voice now calm. “I don’t believe we need to control Ovira. But I have other family members—many of them. And nearly all wish to send an army across the Starving Ocean once we’ve won
a virgin in a brothel, though.” Jek’s tone was as if he was asking a question. “I think it’s worth the risk.” Jek drew his wand and held it steady for two breaths before grunting and snapping it in front of him. Almost as bright as a flash of lightning, everything in front of them was lit…and then back to black. Cleve and Jek both stopped their horses, startled by what they saw. “Was that—” Jek started. “A bunch of men on horseback with dogs?” Cleve guessed. It was difficult to tell. “And
stood again, her grip tightening on the armrests of her chair. Cleve stood as well, taking a step back. His old fear of psychics returned in that moment, making him feel like a child at the mercy of a full-grown man. Although, this was no man before him, but a woman more than twice his age and half his weight. It didn’t matter. He could feel her ready to strike, a snake coiling back before a lunge. She lifted her hand, pointing, her sharp nails stained red by some substance Cleve wasn’t