Fairy Dark by Adam Golden

Author:Adam Golden [Golden, Adam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2019-03-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Rhiannon chomped down on her tongue and winced as she tasted blood. Her body was moving entirely by instinct. She rolled backward off of the cot and away. Away from the weapons, away from Caoin. Away from the sound. The banshee’s spirit-form hovered above the cot the Guardian had just vacated. Her posture was rigid, and her face was locked in a rictus of horrifying despair as she hurled her lament out into the world.

The Pyski wanted to throw her hands over her ears and flee or lie down on the floor and wail out her bitter heartbreak until she dried up and blew away, but she could do neither. Her would-be assailants were plotting something.

Closest to the Banshee’s wailing form, the six gray-clad women fell hard when the assault began, and most were still writhing heaps, sobbing and blubbering where they fell. A pair of them had rallied somewhat, however, and Rhiannon could feel the telltale tingle of powerful forces being summoned. Caoin, immaterial as she was, was not immune to harm, and in her insensate condition the ghost would be defenseless.

Rhiannon reflexively sought stillness, pushing herself away from the world while remaining just conscious enough of it to move herself around. She leapt off of the cold stone floor and pushed herself forward. She couldn’t change, and while the Light burned eagerly close, she hesitated. . .. Still not strong enough, she decided. Besides, I don’t need it for this. I know this. I AM this. Her feet barely touched the blankets of the cots she ran across, her body floating like a thing of air and gossamer as she moved.

Another of the gray women was trying to push herself up off the floor on shaky arms. She was washed out, haggard looking, and the air around her reeked of bile and fresh urine. Rhiannon landed hard in the middle of the wretched creature’s back and she collapsed, her chin striking the stone with an audible crack. The Pyski rolled forward, scooped up a thick-bladed tulwar from the floor and came up in a ready crouch. The Pyski Huntress staggered as Caoin’s scream changed, became more frantic as the Banshee began to wail in a new kind of agony.

A gray fog hung thick around the Banshee’s spectral form, and the Pyski could see Caoin’s frenzied twisting as she tried to escape whatever was happening in there. The sound coming from Rhiannon’s only friend put the warrior in mind of the sound of a person being torn asunder.

The two women who were maintaining the spell were on their feet, and the others, suddenly free of Caoin’s influence, were coming back to themselves. Rhiannon heard the wordless battlecry from her lips before she registered that she was moving. The heavy curved blade of the sabre in her hands flashed as she turned it in her grip and swung the blunt, curved inner edge like a scythe, knocking the legs out from under a sea-sick-looking ginger woman and battering her back to the floor.

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