To Reap What Has Been Sown: Book Ten The Maestro Chronicles

To Reap What Has Been Sown The Maestro Chronicles Book Ten By John A. Buttrick Copyright 2023 All rights reserved. No part of the book can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photo-copying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner. Books by John A. Buttrick: Kindle Vella story: The Lasian Knight The Maestro Chronicles To Cast The First Spell – Book 1 To Challenge A Maestro – Book 2 To Be Chosen – Book 3 To Be A Maestro – Book 4 To Be Grand Maestro – Book 5 To Be Victorious – Book 6 To Wear A Trident – Book 7 To Ignite The Flames – Book 8 To Rise Above – Book 9 To Reap What Has Been Sown – Book 10 Genesis of the Maestros Dawn of the Aakacarns The Wanderers Non-fiction: Fighting Temptation, Bible study edition Christ’s Lessons On The Mount Atlantan Zeutha Contents Chapter One: Over The Houses Of Potentates Chapter Two: Receptions Chapter Three: Decisions of Consequence Chapter Four: Messages Delivered Chapter Five: They Dared Chapter Six: The Response Chapter Seven: The Raging Storm Chapter Eight: Cease Fire Chapter Nine: Aftershocks Chapter Ten: Seek and You Shall Find Chapter Eleven: A Closer Look Chapter Twelve: The Stinking Cave Chapter Thirteen: The Finish Line Chapter Fourteen: The Isle Defense Force Chapter Fifteen: Shaken Chapter Sixteen: Conferences Chapter Seventeen: True and False Chapter eighteen: Harvest Time Chapter Nineteen: The Price To Succeed Chapter Twenty: Preparations Chapter Twenty-One: Multitasking Chapter Twenty-Two: Calming The World Epilogue The Lasian Knight Chapter One of Twelve: the rest of the story available on Kindle Vella. Chapter One: Over The Houses Of Potentates While contemplating the most recent advice given to him about what he should be doing in the night, Sir Daniel Benhannon’s attention was suddenly drawn to Burkos. The Grand-Leviathan was one of a pair mentally bonded to him that had been trained by Royan Sylin, a young Zeuthan wrangler. Young, the fellow is in his late twenties and older than me. She and her mate Bermos were members of the largest family of saltwater crocodilians in the western hemisphere. She had grown to three hundred-seven paces from snout to tail and the other giant reptile had grown five paces beyond that. She was in the Oden Ocean just off the shore of Alligate; the leviathan training facility for the Dukedom of Zelos, where the College of Musicians specialized in Melodies created to control the leviathans, and it was currently day time. The waves of distress flowing through the bond had caused Daniel to open the mental compartment in his mind containing his awareness of her. There were so many creatures linked to his mind, placing his awareness of them in compartments was the only way to remain functional. Otherwise the flood of feelings, sensations, and thoughts would leave him unable to focus on anything else, let alone his own thoughts and feelings or the task at hand. The massive tail of Bermos was creating white caps while propelling the huge croc and the wrangler riding him quickly to the north into open waters. The silvery wake flowing behind them was being followed by four more created by two Majestic-class cruisers and as many Grand-Leviathans. The three bow guns on each vessel were launching aqua-drops. The warships were also equipped with fifteen aqua-drop guns port and starboard, and four at the stern. At each launcher was a porthole where the Nephilim initiating the projectile could see where to aim. Up until encountering the vessels of the Atlantan Guild, no other ship dared to approach a Majestic cruiser or an Imperial Grand Ship without permission. The devastating power of a single aqua-bomb made even the idea of assaulting either class of warship unthinkable. We changed their thinking in the Serinian Channel and at the port of Polen Tare. The Zeuthans adapted and at this point both classes have been retrofitted for close combat. The tiny projectiles were striking the water around Burkos and Bermos. She had submerged in order to be less of a target. Her stress came from the fact her mate could not do the same with Royan clinging just forward of the eye-ridge of Bermos in order to keep above the waves. The huge male zigged and zagged, slowing his progress, while doing his best to avoid a direct hit and stay ahead. The command imperative in the minds of the leviathans from Royan was to escape swiftly, superseding any other concerns. Those cruisers were five hundred paces from stem to stern, seventy-five paces wide, and were propelled by twin paddlewheels amid-ship, leaving the three sail-less masts as perches for the flyers. Each vessel had one Quetzal with a rider for reconnaissance purposes and had many of the smaller Phodons and even smaller Dactyls to use as couriers. The Phodons were about five paces long with seven-pace wingspans, while the Dactyls were about three and a half paces in length with five-pace wingspans. The Quetzals were huge with wings spanning more than fifty paces. All of the flying creatures had crested heads, large eyes and thin beaks, only differing in size and shades of green. The smaller groups assigned to both vessels stayed clear of the tower on each ship belonging to the Quetzals. She and her mate were staying ahead of the wrangler-controlled Grands that were in pursuit, yet lost a little distance every time they had to veer away from the explosion of the drop-shaped hydrogen-gas bombs. Each splash came close to drenching Royan, which might have been the intent. The Zeuthan authorities must want a live capture so the deaths could be a public spectacle or else some of those projectiles would have hit the targets by now. The physical elements needed for the Melody in the gems to create the explosive projectiles came from water drawn from the nearest source. The Oden Ocean is not