Tree Dungeon (Divine Seed, #1)

by Andrew Karevik

As a reward for his efforts, he demanded that I build him a throne as tall as the Hurlic itself. I granted him his throne, placing it at the very bottom of a poisoned spike pit. This amused him to no end and he spent a great deal of time trying to safely climb in and sit upon his throne. He was only poisoned once, which was impressive.

And again, she demanded to speak with me. This time, Immix came out with a flute, declaring that he could only speak the language of music and then played the same shrill note over and over until they left. But Gariatha vowed to return the next morning.

“It would behoove us to restrain these traitors,” Yither said, raising his hands. More lightning began to flash through his fingertips. This was quite a rational thing for a trickster to do. Perhaps that was his prank, acting so mindful in a time of crisis, when we all expected him to do the opposite.