Fusion by David H. Burton

Author:David H. Burton [Burton, David H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Amanda Hocking, magic, george r.r. marting, gay, epic fantasy, paranormal romance, fairies, dark fantasy, romance, fantasy, lesbian, time travel
ISBN: 9780986594182
Publisher: Stonehenge Press
Published: 2011-12-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

As they made their way through Lindhome, Paine noticed a difference in the barricade that blocked out the Westwood. It wavered at times, in which darkness would reach inwards, like eager fingers ready to strangle what life was left on the inside of the barrier. And with it came screams from the depths of the forest.

As he and Puck walked near its border, three trees broke through the barrier, their sagging branches drooping low enough to swipe at him. They scratched his face and, horrified, he watched as his blood soaked into their parched leaves. Then they withdrew.

Paine reached to his face, but found no mark, not even a scratch. He looked to Diarmuid, but sudden shouts from ahead caught all of their attention. From what Paine could gather over the chaos was that the Westwood was breaking through the north border of Lindhome. Truitt wished Lya well and ran off. His stride was like that of a stag.

The others hustled back towards the main square, unsure of what might happen. They approached the host that gathered where Alwhin advanced upon Paine and his sister.

“I think it is time for answers,” she said, snatching the two by the arm.

“But what about the Westwood?” Lya asked, jerking her arm from Alwhin’s iron grip.

The woman seized her once more. “This is not the Westwood’s time. Lindhome will hold.”

Paine looked to Diarmuid who nodded his head to him, and then turned to mingle with the others. Puck clapped his hands and followed. Paine had no choice but to let the woman take them. Her strong grasp wouldn’t have allowed any other option.

Alwhin led them along a path lined with mounds of creeping phlox and silver thyme. Its rotting sweetness sickened the air.

Quiet wavered about them, until Lya broke the silence.

“Where are you taking us?”

Alwhin’s grip hardened. “Where we can speak freely.”

Lya nodded her satisfaction and nothing further was said. Paine thought it best to remain quiet. Any further questions and her pincer-like grip might break his arm.

They came to a clearing encircled by statues similar to the ones situated along the barrier of Lindhome. Alwhin glided over to a stone tablet, and placed her hand upon its stippled surface. The eyes of the statues flashed briefly, and the sounds of Lindhome were suddenly shut out.

Lya studied the stone table, obviously impressed with its power. She could hardly hide the glee that lay in her eyes.

“Silence has been cast upon the clearing,” Alwhin said. “You have many questions and I need not be a Seer to sense that. Ask what you will.”

Lya walked around the clearing, examining both the invisible barrier and the statues.

“Who would want to know what we have to say?”

“I believe that your presence here would interest the Overlords of Valbain. The Firstborn are always watching.”

“Who?” Lya asked.

Alwhin motioned them closer. She pulled out a leather-bound book. Paine recognized it instantly.

A Bible?

“You must be joking,” he said.

“This book I have studied. Do you know it?”

“Yes.”

“Then you must know that on the sixth day it is written that Man was created.

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