Crimson Fury (Magic of Isskasala Book 2) by Mirren Hogan

Author:Mirren Hogan [Hogan, Mirren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: QuarkXPress, epub, ebook
Publisher: Burning Willow Press, LLC
Published: 2018-03-09T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 25

Darai was dreaming, or so he thought at first. Everything was hazy, the room dancing as though he were seeing it through a cloud of smoke. The candle flame flickered wildly and almost went out. Obscurely, he found himself unperturbed. The shadows in the darkest corners of the room weren’t deep enough that his vision couldn’t penetrate them.

He saw a crack in the wall beside his bed and followed it all the way up until the top of his head grazed the ceiling. He felt no pain, just a realisation that he was floating. Was he dreaming, or spirit drifting again? How could he tell? Pinching himself would reveal nothing, he’d be ethereal either way.

He looked down and saw his body lying still on his bed, face turned upward. Surely if he were dreaming, he’d be twitching? He thought of Adina and instantly found himself floating above her. She slept with a hand tucked under her cheek, a slight smile on her lips. She shifted her shoulders and her face moved. For a second he thought she’d wake and see him, but her head rolled back, and she started to snore.

Smirking, he made himself move away from her, toward the window. He felt the tether tying him to his body and knew he wasn’t dreaming. If he squinted, he could make out a fine tendril of magic, no thicker than a hair, keeping him grounded.

He hated that Harshal might be right; he had no control over when he drifted, or any other aspect of his magic. At least he could control where he went.

Where was that, though? He’d seen enough of the sorcerers and doubted they’d be doing anything worth spying on this late at night. Or was it early morning? The guild was silent as he slipped into the dimly-lit corridor. He slipped toward the stairs and up them, although he knew the walls couldn’t restrict him.

It took him a few moments to realise that he was heading toward the pens. He had no love for the place, but his curiosity drew him toward it.

Like the rest of the guild, the pens were quiet. To his surprise he found only a few people left sleeping in the men’s side. The women’s side was completely empty and had already been returned to its previous use: a residence for a sorcerer. The man wasn’t one Darai knew, but he slept fitfully in a large bed approximately where Adina’s pallet had been. Could he kill the man in his sleep? He dismissed the idea. He was vulnerable out of his body, drifting like this. If he was honest with himself, he was vulnerable in his body as well. Also, the idea of killing a man, even a sorcerer, wasn’t palatable to him.

He moved across the room and passed through the wall into the children’s pen. Again, there were only a few left, magic glowing softly on their sleeping forms. A female sorcerer slept to either side of them, close enough to help if needed.

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