Void Walker (The World of Lasniniar, Book 7) – Jacquelyn Smith

Void Walker (The World of Lasniniar, Book 7)

Series: The World of Lasniniar

Felara’s obsession with Iarion knows no bounds.

Barlo knows the Unborn woman would do anything if she thought it in his elf friend’s best interest. Absolutely anything. And Barlo can do no less.

With Lasniniar in chaos and Iarion named as the culprit, Felara comes to Barlo for help.

…Little does the dwarf realize just what his aid might cost him.

Journey beyond the World of Lasniniar and into the unknown in this seventh novel in the epic fantasy series by Jacquelyn Smith.

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This title is also available as part of the Void Walker Lasniniar Collection.

Barlo left the familiar packed dirt of Traitor’s Road, turning his back to the Jagged Mountains to head south into the Adar Daran. He had only set out from Dwarvenhome a few hours ago, but the day was already overcast and cool. His wildcat companion, Golhura, paced beside him, the tips of her tufted ears reaching above his waist on his short, dwarven frame. Her golden eyes peered intently into the fog bank that was rolling in from the grasslands as they stepped among the tall, withered blades. She ghosted ahead of him, her silver marked, gray pelt helping her blend in with her surroundings.

Barlo watched her go, his mind still on his trip to Dwarvenhome. Visits with his family had become awkward ever since he had become the first dwarf to be reborn—a fact no one outside the elves and a few select others were aware of, even though he had the same brown eyes, long, brown beard, and blocky features that made him the spitting image of his namesake and the dwarf he had been in his previous life. To make matters more complicated, he had been reborn as the son of Fidar, his youngest son from his first life. It was more than strange to have the tables turned in such a manner without anyone else being aware of it. Even though Barlo had since moved on to live among the elves in his new life, he still loved the dwarves he would always think of as his children, and he knew Narilga would have been happy to know he had taken the trouble to visit. He felt a familiar pang at the thought of his dead wife.

No use getting melancholy. She’s in the First Father’s Hall now with Sinstari to keep her company. She doesn’t even realize how much time has passed since we last saw each other.

Barlo had done his best to make the most of his visit to Dwarvenhome, but between the secret of his rebirth and the odd nature of his current role as the son and nephew of his former children, he had only managed to get through a few days before itching to return to Melaquenya so he could be reunited with Iarion. In many ways, the elf had become family to him, and with the anchor link that had formed between them since his rebirth, he found being separate from Iarion physically uncomfortable. Iarion had offered to accompany him on his journey, but Barlo knew he had been eager to return to Lodariel after all they had been through during their last adventure on the strange island of Belidaria. Besides, it would be good for the two of them to have some alone time before Barlo got back. His mind was still reeling from the last time he had walked in on them in the middle of their amorous activities…

He shuddered, banishing the images from his mind. He had enough to worry about with this strange fog rolling in. He saw Golhura’s outline just ahead of him. The wildcat had stopped, her entire body tensed in a crouch as she stared out into the tall grass, her ears flicking. Barlo reached for the ax at his belt, easing it loose as he crept forward. Lodariel and Iarion had trained Golhura from birth to protect him. He knew better than to ignore her warnings. A tingle settled across his flesh, making his chain mail jingle as he shivered. The air before him shimmered and a familiar figure appeared.

[Copyright © Jacquelyn Smith, 2021]