Dark Haven - Book Three in the Chronicles of the Necromancer by Martin Gail Z

Author:Martin, Gail Z. [Martin, Gail Z.]
Language: eng
Format: MOBI
Tags: Fantasy
ISBN: 1554046726
Publisher: Double Dragon Publishing
Published: 2009-04-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Early the next morning, Jonmarc and Carina rode out from the manor house. The rolling hills were covered with snow under an overcast sky. Wind rustled through the bare trees. "Over there," Jonmarc said, pointing to the far left, "you can see the vineyards. Not too long ago, their wines were the pride of Principality. Nidar and I want to make that true again. Down there's the town of Dark Haven. Mortals and vayash moru live and work together here-and they intermarry. More than a few ghosts around, too. If Tris ever makes it back this way, he'll have a crowd waiting."

Carina's horse snuffled in the cold. She tucked her cloak closer around herself, shielding her face from the wind. "That's going to take some getting used to," she confessed. "Vayash moru feel different to a healer. They're not alive and they're not dead. They're-empty."

"I've had a few months to get used to it myself. Most of the time I don't think about being food."

"There was something odd last night, when I healed Eiria's hands. Even being vyrkin, her life force didn't feel right."

"Eiria doesn't have much time left. Riqua told me that Shifters eventually get stuck in their other form. When that happens, they die or go mad. Eiria's starting to lose control over when she shifts. Yestin doesn't say anything, but you can see it in his eyes when he looks at her. They've been together a long time. The problem with the Flow makes it worse."

Carina turned to him. "I'm surprised to hear you talk about the Flow. I thought that was just the Sisterhood."

"Yeah, well I was ready to leave it to the witch biddies until I started living on top of it. I can't feel it-at least, not like you or Tris can-but from what everyone says, even the non-magic users get affected after a while. It runs right beneath Dark Haven-that's how the last lord was killed, when Arontala stole that damned Soulcatcher orb. He warped the Flow, and since then, nothing's been quite the same, not the land, or the livestock, or the crops."

"I felt something odd last night, but I was so tired, I figured it was the long ride."

"That's one reason why our rooms are on the top floor, in the far wing. Gabriel and I thought it was a good idea to keep both of us as far away from it as possible."

Jonmarc smiled. "Maynard Linton stopped by just before Gabriel and I headed for Margolan. I told him about what we're trying to do, and I took him down to the village to see the crafts people. Potters, glass blowers, and some of the best weavers outside of Noor. Not to mention the vayash moru goldsmiths and sword smiths. I haven't seen Linton that excited in a long time. Seems he's been itching to get back on the caravan trail now that Jared's gone. Plans to keep his ties to the river as well. So he put in a big order and he'll be back at the thaw to pick it up.

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