Hot Obsidian

Everyone knows Lifekeepers, the warriors of mercy, those who bring light and justice to the darkest corners of the world where even stable magic does not reach. But few know the Order of the Hot Obsidian, a small but ancient group of cultists running the Lifekeepers as a mere facade for their own agenda. Well, this book is about them. Them and the ten boys they send on a mission, knowing that only one of them will survive in the end.

We will learn about Kangassk’s father and mysterious the Hora thief along the way as well.

“Hot Obsidian” is the second book of Obsidian Trilogy but, since it explains the same events from the other side of the conflict, you can read it before “Cold Obsidian” just fine.

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All poems in the book were translated from Russian by Alan Jackson. Visit his site as well: https://www.cosxhyp.xyz

To the outer world, domain of cruelty,

No warmth I yield, no due from my hot core;

An outcast spirit my true security -

Ill upon ill my gift, as herebefore.

When I was born, my fire, my heart-light glowed

Red through my dark volcanic glassy skin:

My frame, my prison, body, and abode -

My truth; hot fire in hard obsidian.

In the outer worlds, domains of cruelty,

No love I find from folk in either realm.

Have you the courage to take hold of me?

And in that throng of foes be overwhelmed?

No miser I, no niggard hoarding gold;

To you, whose brave heart or whose mind insane

This challenge takes, I will repay ten-fold:

A world I’ll give to you, in fief and main!

A human life a ripple is in the stream;

A thrush’s song, a snowflake in the spring.

My bearers fly, forgotten as a dream

At dawn; and I forgotten lingering.

So has it been, but now a promise sure,

Wrought by a sage, of immortality

For you, my bearer-youth, my end, my cure,

My heart-beat’s beat, my own eternity.

So take me, boy, your panoply of war,

Take me, your deathlessness, your hope, your crown,

Take me, and rule the world you’re destined for,

Take me, your power, your Hot Obsidian.

When the truth about the origins of a world gets forgotten, religions take its place. Small grains of the truth are still hidden in them but their adepts lack the tools to pick the precious grains out. They guess, they argue, they make statements without proof. Contradictions grow, sparkling endless wars between people, dividing them, consuming them, destroying them. That is how the Primal World fell, my children. Whether Omnis will follow its steps, is up to you to decide.

Hansai Donal. Forbidden Book of Omnis

Blessed is the one who has seen Magrove forest in spring when there is more purple than green. This is how diadems – local trees with long, drooping branches – bloom. In spring, their petals, purple on one side, white on the other, fall everywhere like snow and confetti, giving the forest an otherworldly look. It’s hard to get lost in this forest of thin trees and wide paths, unless you mean getting lost in thought.

Magrove forest is one of the sacred places for Lifekeepers, warriors of mercy. They wear simple clothes and lead simple lives. The only sure way to spot such a warrior is to look at his or her sword: it’s always, always a katana without a handguard. By removing handguards from their swords, the Lifekeepers open a way to the blunt side of the blade. That allows them to use a wide set of fighting techniques which would be impossible otherwise; the techniques they often use to immobilize their enemies without killing them. The techniques they use to save lives.