Annah and the Children of Evohe by Clay Gilbert

Author:Clay Gilbert [Gilbert, Clay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Moon Press
Published: 2017-11-02T00:00:00+00:00

It was the silence that falls when there is a song waiting to be sung, and no melody in which to frame it. She glanced at Goodman. He has the silence within him too, and he has been taught no way to fill it. “We have our own troubles here, though,” she said. “Sicknesses of body, mind, and heart.”

Goodman looked past Annah, who had knelt down and begun kindling a flame in the camp’s firepit. His eyes fell on the disused, disabled recon craft in its corner of the site.

“Well, if I know you, you’re trying to do something about that. Holder told me about the-Making?”

Annah laughed. “Shaping. Really? He told you of that?”

“Yeah. We had a lot of time to talk out in the black, and one of the things he liked to talk about most was you.” “It has been the same for me since he has been away. I have talked of him to anyone who will listen.” She smiled. “Serra is, no doubt, tired of hearing about him by now. What did he tell you of Shaping?”

“That Shapers-like the two of you, I guess-have talents that they can use to help put the world back together. Sounds like a lot of hocus-pocus to me.”

Annah frowned. “What is this—hocus-pocus?”

“Magic. Make-believe. Bullshit, if you ask me.”

“Do you mean lies, Goodman?”Annah glared at him. “Something like that, I guess.” Maybe I’d better back off a bit. Holder seemed like he believed in the stuff an awful lot, too. “More like—something children believe in, before they know any better.”

Annah’s expression did not soften. “Shaping is not a lie, Kale Goodman.” She could not resist breaking into laughter, though, at the shock in his eyes. “I see you did not think I would remember,” she said, smiling.

Goodman found himself smiling back, against his best intentions. “No, I didn’t.” Her face grew serious again. “It is not a lie, Goodman. But many of my own people think as you do—or think that it is real, but a thing to be left alone. There are few left to tell them differently. But that is changing. He believed, though.”

“Well, I don’t know everything,” Goodman said. He looked around, as if noticing his surroundings for the first time since arriving. The fire was blazing and crackling now, and its warmth was welcome. Annah was standing by the wrecked ship now, studying its markings, even the blastburns from the crash, as if they were a new language to be learned.

“Not good for much more than scrap, now,” Goodman said.

“He told me it was almost repaired.” She just can’t let him go, Goodman thought. I guess I’d have the same problem—if I’d ever felt that way about someone in the first place, or had someone feel that way about me. “‘Almost’ doesn’t count for much, Annah. And he isn’t here to finish it. Or to fly it, if it was finished.”

“I am not blind, Goodman. Could you not fix the ship?” “Well, sure, if it’s not too badly fucked up.

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