In the Nyx of Time by Amy Sumida

Author:Amy Sumida [Sumida, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: E, P, U, B
Published: 2018-08-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty

“This is beautiful,” I whispered as Horus, Re, and I walked through the airy hallways of Bilskinir.

It was a palace overlooking the sea; with pale stone walls adorned with priceless works of art, marble floors covered in silk carpets, and the light scent of saltwater freshening the air. Horus had met Re and me at the tracing chamber and was escorting us to the library.

“Yes; it's very nice,” Re said. “A bit drafty, though.”

“Your palace is lovely too,” I said with a knowing grin.

“I think the word you were looking for is 'lovelier,'” Re said.

“Ah, yes; of course.”

“Learning how to handle him already, I see,” Horus noted.

“It's not that difficult.” I shrugged. “You just have to make Re feel as if he's the most magnificent person in the room, and then he's happy.”

“Most magnificent man in the room,” Re corrected me. “I could never be the most magnificent person if you were there.”

Horus stumbled and looked over at Re in shock.

“What?” Re asked. “I know that I'm self-centered, but love opens the self and allows another person in. Now, my center has shifted to Vervain.”

“I never thought I'd see the day when you loved a woman more than yourself,” Horus said.

“I loved your grandmother more than myself,” Re said. “Perhaps that's why it took me so long to find love again; I don't settle for substandard affection. Love must be everything or it is nothing at all.”

“I didn't expect you to be such a romantic,” I said to Re.

“He wasn't before he met you,” Horus said. “But come on; they're waiting for us.”

Horus opened a door and ushered us into a traditional English library. The carpeting was hunter-green, the wood accents were mahogany, and the leather furniture was maroon. It was a masculine and comfortable palette. I felt at ease immediately; my gaze traveling over the shelves of rare books that went two stories high before I perused the gods.

I knew them all by sight. Thor was the largest presence and caught my attention immediately; his strawberry-blond hair catching the firelight within its strands. He was just as I had painted him; a striking, massive man with muscles for days and strong features to match. Next to Thor sat his son, Ull. He had blond hair and a slightly smaller build than his father. Ull smiled at me in a welcoming way, and I smiled back as if he were an old friend. Why had his painting made me so sad? This man reeked of happiness.

Down from Ull, there was a Native American man with long, ebony hair and turquoise eyes. The color of his eyes was so startling in his dark face, but there was a calmness about him that negated the effect. I knew that his name was Teharon, the Mohawk God of Healing, and that his healing would feel like a rush of cool water. There were two other Native American gods there; a married couple. They were Tsohanoai and Estsanatlehi; the Navajo Gods of the Sun and Change, respectively.

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