Page 53 of Greed of Giants

We call thee forth with trembling hand.

O mastersof the vaulted heaven,

By oath and blood and star-fire given

Awake to hope, forsake the dark,

Remember now that elder spark.

What once was lost,recall it still

The light that burned on yonder hill.

Awake, awake, ye sleepers of old,

Rise from silence, rise from cold.

The hour has come,reclaim thy ground,

Let thy thunder break what chains have bound.

The age of dust shall pass away,

Rise up, rise up, and greet the day.

Those wordsI’d heard twice now, but hearing them from his lips only confirmed what I’d done. I’d read asummoning spell without thinking about it, without considering what I was awakening or who I was calling forth. Old, ancient beings. Giants. What more had I woken?

Dread sat low in my belly as Killian paused, shifting the lamp and reading out the words I dared not look at.

There liesa way to heal what’s broken,

To save what loss has stolen.

The seal door waits, the barrier bends

Where final sacrifice descends.

Gatherthe gifts the gods have given,

By sacred hand and purpose driven.

Return to where the gate was born

To mend the veil so long since torn.

Release what darknessdared to take

The stolen, lost, bid it awake.

The hellish holds shall break and fall,

Surrender now, surrender all.

For only inthe giving over

Shall buried dawn at last recover

The barrier rise, unbreakable, strong