Akiniwazisaga 2 : “A Desire For Home”

A Free Chapter Excerpt from “The Inheritance Thieves”

Welcome to Book 2 of Akiniwazisaga.

“The Inheritance Thieves” is the start of a trilogy story arc that expands the whole world of Akiniwazi by introducing more politics and takes you on a long trip through much of the physical world. You learn of the consequences from “A Light Rises in a Dark World” so there will be MILD SPOILERS in this chapter. (Go buy the book and finish it if this matters to you.

For those of you who haven’t read the first five chapters of the previous novel, click the button, and join the adventure:

A Light Rises in a Dark World

If you are struggling with all the strange names and weird terms, here is the first part of the “Encyclopedia Akiniwazi”. It is a repository of terminology used in the books to help you with pronunciation and added meanings. More parts will be added every week till finished.

Encyclopedia Akiniwazi

On with the show!

Two figures, one with a beard and the other older with gray hair, are seated at a wooden table in a dimly lit, ornate interior, filled with decorative elements and stained glass windows.
Inquisitor Urban has been on assignment a long time without break.

2. A Desire For Home

“I am told you wish to speak to me about a personal matter, my son?” the First Warpriest asked as Inquisitor Urban av Hitilopt was admitted to his chancery. Urban smiled in response to the greeting and gently closed the door, hand pressed against it to quiet the latch.

“Thank you, Reverend Father, for granting me audience on such short notice.”

“Of course. What is causing you such distress? Is it the nightmares again?”

“No, Reverend Father. Not that,” Urban said pulling back a chair.

“I suspect the Lord will reveal their purpose in due time.”

He had a good relationship with the First Warpriest. The two had grown quite close to one another since the death of Abbot Kennetsson during the Brother Finn affair two autumns ago. The well-groomed inquisitor sat down and made himself comfortable. Motes of dust drifted in the sunlight from the small window, changing from blue to yellow to red as light passed through the stained glass panes.

“Ah! I should have known this day would come. You are getting the itch to move on,” the Reverend Father guessed. Urban smiled again but shook his head.

“Well, I suppose my gift of prophecy is lacking today,” his superior shrugged with a smile. “How can I be of service to you, my son?”

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