Any House in a Storm by Schwartz Jenny

Author:Schwartz, Jenny [Schwartz, Jenny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Romance, Science Fiction, Paranormal
Amazon: B09X2FNVT8
Goodreads: 62201840
Published: 2022-09-28T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

A typical world walkers caravan route requires weeks, if not months, of travel.

The House reached the Pela path a day and a half before the Synod was to end. I had nine hours of travel ahead of me to Kaikan. Warp and Weft would pay back all the pampering they’d received, and to be fair to my greedy sweethearts, they were raring to go.

I was the one who felt torn. Not about returning to Kaikan. I had to deliver the loci crystal. But about my good-bye.

The House’s magic was mournful and pooled near Tavor.

He stood by the front door, appearing as he had when he’d introduced himself: shattermarks over his Aaru turquoise skin, linen shirt, black breeches, and a stoic non-expression.

I had a slip of paper in my coat pocket, and touched it nervously. I was leaving. I had refused Tavor’s request to either bond the House or to attempt to unravel the curse laid on him.

Were we friends or was I a disappointment he’d do his best to forget?

I pulled out the slip of paper and thrust it at him. “My amage details. If you want to contact me. I’m returning to the Makana Sector once I’ve delivered the loci crystal.”

His long fingers, which operated delicately on monsters to restore them, took the paper without touching my hands that had grown calloused caring for Warp and Weft.

I studied him as he read the identifying string of characters that was my amage address. I didn’t want him to find another hidden sorcerer who’d be willing to bond the House, and in so doing, severe Tavor’s guardianship. I didn’t want him to die.

But he wanted mortality.

“I don’t know what the future holds.” I swallowed to clear the choking feeling that added a husky note to my voice. “I’d like you to be in it.”

Fire burned for an instant in his shattermarks. He controlled the flare of magic and life. He still didn’t look at me; only at my scrawled contact details.

I nodded, although no one had answered me.

Even the House’s magic was quiescent.

“I’m sorry I can’t give you what you wish,” I whispered. I couldn’t even promise him that I might in a few years. That when I aged my glamour and faked my death, I might be willing to become a sorcerer. I didn’t want to wear that burden of difference.

I didn’t want to turn my whole life upside down and bond the Darkhouse of Doom.

I tugged my scarf up over my head. “Good-bye, Tavor. Good-bye, House.” I climbed onto the wagon seat.

Warp and Weft shook their black rainbow feathers. They were eager to go.

The House opened the doors. The portcullis was already raised.

I rolled out into the nothingness of this path of Reality.

Tavor remained silent.

The portcullis and doors closed equally silently. The House receded faster than Warp and Weft could travel.

I hadn’t done as Tavor had asked, and he and the House cut their losses. They excised me from their life.

Or they felt too much to risk one final communication.

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