Finding The Soul Bridge (The Soul Fire Saga Book 1) by Vagen Zax

Author:Vagen, Zax [Vagen, Zax]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2015-04-09T16:00:00+00:00

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Jem stepped onto the rope with his left foot, testing the rope for tightness.

There was a riot of people at the tavern shouting and cheering him on. A group of drunken travellers were jeering and shouting insults. “Do it naked, the clothes are weighing you down.”

A drunken carriage driver had a bottle in one hand and a bullwhip in the other. He staggered to the edge of the veranda and cracked his whip at Jem, “Come on! We want to see some action.”

Jem startled at the sound of the whip, his foot slipping a little. He was drunk himself, arms flailing to his side and back. A boom of laughter erupted from the crowd. Jem pitched forward and then far back as he tried to steady himself. He shuffled his feet forward on the rope and flailed his arms. He was now clear of any safety and would surely plunge to his death if he lost his footing.

The bar tender came out to see what was going on. Jem glimpsed the look in his eye; it was shock, horror, disbelief but overall it was desperation. There was nothing that he could do. The crowd was large, strong, drunk, unruly, and disobedient. And there were no lawman nearby. The barman went back inside. The jeers continued and Jem shuffled farther out onto the rope.

Kelvin puffed his cigar, shuffled the cards and dealt. He had amassed a wealth in front of him and was determined to win the last cent from his gambling opponents. He had never smoked before. It tasted terrible, gave him a headache and made his cloths stink, but in the situation it made him look astute and formidable. The cigar also gave him something to fidget with while he gambled, hiding his ‘tell’. He sat in the high-back chair like a king with a mass of coins, rings and ‘I-owe-you’ notes in front of him. He had a glass of wine in his left hand which he swirled as he considered his own hand. The bartender came in from outside and addressed Kelvin. “Your friend is walking the rope like a madman. He is going to kill himself. I think you should go and help him.”

“No!” said Kelvin without looking up. “My friend doesn’t need my help to kill himself. He is perfectly capable of succeeding at that on his own.”

The bartender shook his head and gritted his teeth.

Thist floated on a cloud. He had become more accustomed to controlling his dreams. With the effect of the tea it was only for him to think where he wanted to be before he fell asleep and his dream would come to him. He didn’t want to interact with anyone in his dreams. He just wanted rest. While he was resting some dreams would cause him distress and when he woke up he would feel exhausted.

His legs were crossed and his arms folded behind his head like a pillow. He chewed on the end of a long stalk of grass and pondered the world around him.

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