Forbidden Forest (The Legends of Regia) by Jayne Tenaya

Author:Jayne, Tenaya [Jayne, Tenaya]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Cold Fire Publishing llc
Published: 2012-09-28T21:00:00+00:00

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The night was mature when Forest finally glimpsed the pale glowing light of Kyhael. She had not laid eyes on it for many years and had forgotten just how beautiful the straight Zen-like economical lines of the city made of Belliss stone were. Its golden glow made the weary traveler feel peaceful and welcome.

But the warm welcome feeling was deceptive. Kyhael offered the best of Regian tourism to the supper wealthy and maintained a strictly neutral policy on racial background. If you could pay the price, you were welcome. However, beneath the posh, elite surface, Kyhael harbored a meticulously cold and cruel sect of Elves called the Rune-dy. The ideology and practices of Rune-dy laid a foundation of fear in the other races and was the reason Elves were essentially the most feared race in Regia. The Rune-dy perfected the elements of torture and mastered the twisting of science.

Forest found a good place for them to spend the duration of the night. They made camp on a ridge, sheltered by trees, high above the city. “We’ll rest here and continue at first light.” It was the first words Forest had spoken to Syrus since midday, and they felt thick in her mouth.

Syrus merely nodded, took off his backpack, and sat down on a fallen tree. Forest was cold but they couldn’t have a fire, it was too risky. She unrolled her sleeping bag on the ground, thankful she had access to human camping gear. Syrus drank from one of his bottles before tucking into a rice crispy treat. Forest climbed into her sleeping bag. She wanted to sleep a while, but she didn’t want to ask Syrus to take the first watch. She watched him finish his dinner, wishing she could come up with some small talk, extend him a verbal olive branch.

He must have been cold too because he began rummaging through his backpack until he pulled out a zip-up hoodie. Forest hadn’t paid much attention to what she packed for him because she would have made anther selection. When he pushed his arms through the sleeves and turned his back to her, she let out a burst of laughter that she had to stifle with her hands over her mouth.

Syrus spun around to face her, startled by her outburst of laughter. “What?” he demanded.

The irony had broken through Forest’s tension. “You’re wearing a Team Jacob sweatshirt.”

“I’m wearing a what?”

Forest continued to laugh. “I didn’t pack it for you on purpose, I swear.”

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t be wearing this? What is Team Jacob?”

“A fictional werewolf.”

“Wait a minute. Are you telling me that I am wearing some kind of support werewolves affiliation symbol?”

“Yeah. It’s a human thing though. I wouldn’t worry about anyone spotting you in it.”

Syrus gave a low growl before unzipping the sweatshirt and tossing it aggressively on the ground.

“Hey!” Forest protested. “I’m just letting you borrow that. It’s mine.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” His voice dripped with false honey. Syrus picked the sweatshirt back up, wadded it into a ball, and then threw it at her, hitting her in the face.

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