Kay Hooper by Chill of Fear

Author:Chill of Fear
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2010-12-15T18:31:59.689000+00:00

"I don't blame them for not believing me," Diana said as she and Quentin stood watching Nate McDaniel, CullenRuppe , and Stephanie Boyd form a clearly tense huddle in front of the tack room.Ruppe was arguing angrily against the invasion of his domain, Nate was arguing for a search he couldn't legally justify or present any rational reasoning behind, and the manager of The Lodge was clearly annoyed and frustrated by the entire situation.

With a sigh, Diana added, "In the sane light of day, I don't really believe it myself."

Quentin was hardly surprised by that. As dramatic as her ghostly encounters had been thus far, he knew very well that she was struggling to overcome a lifetime of conditioning. Such radical shifts in thinking were seldom quick or easy turns.

"There's a difference, though," he said to her. "This time, you remember what happened. Right?"

"If it happened. It all seems like a dream now. And maybe it was. Maybe I was just walking in my sleep."

Instead of arguing with her, Quentin asked, "Did it feel like that? Like a dream? Or did it feel like you were someplace you'd visited before?"

She was silent.

"Diana?"

"Dreams feel that way sometimes, we both know that. Familiar even when they seem... different from most dreams."

"Were there shadows?"

That surprised Diana, and she looked up at him. "What?"

"Were there shadows?" His tone was steady, his gaze holding hers. "If there's any light at all in this world, there are also shadows. Even in the darkness, there are shadows, areas of deeper black. There's depth, dimension. It's one of the qualities we associate with our world. With its substance, its reality. Did you feel and see that last night? Were there shadows?"

Diana dug her hands deeper into the pockets of her light wind-breaker, wondering if she would ever feel warm again. The sun was up now, the air warming. That should have made a difference, she thought. She wondered why it didn't.

And she wondered how he could possibly know about the lack of shadows in the gray time. Had she told him? She didn't remember that.

He was waiting patiently, and finally she heard herself answer him. "No. No shadows. No dimension. No darkness, no light. Just gray."

"Where you were alone with Rebecca."

"It could have been a dream."

"It was real, Diana. A real place, apart from this one. Even if you don't want to admit it, somewhere deep inside yourselfyouhave to know that." Without waiting for her to respond, he added thoughtfully, "You've obviously been there many times before. I wonder why you've remembered this time?"

"Because the drugs aren't in my system anymore." She grimaced slightly, wishing she hadn't answered that.

But Quentin was nodding. "That makes sense."

"None of this makes sense."

"Of course it does, given one simple fact. That you possess a mediumistic ability."

"And that there's an existence beyond death. Don't forget that part." She wanted her tone to be mocking, but to her ears it only sounded strained.

"Oh, that's a given." Quentin sounded utterly calm. "I've seen way too much to believe anything else.

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