Moonlight by Ann Hunter

Author:Ann Hunter [Hunter, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Afterglow Productions
Published: 2014-03-03T00:00:00+00:00

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Ciatlllait prostrated herself before the Fomóraiġ and Sluagh shadows on the wall. Her fingers moved like spiders on the floor, hovering over the stone and dancing on fingertips. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her mouth opened. “A child.”

She inhaled deeply and let out a hiss. “Give me a child.”

The shadows gathered around a figure, pushing it forward. Ciatlllait raised her arms over her head then threw them behind her. Her chest heaved. Her body swayed.

Sylas Mortas looked on from behind her. His teeth bore a pleasurable grin. “I will give you a child. One such the world has never seen. How terrible the creature!”

Ciatlllait licked her lips. “Give me its name.”

“Donestre.”

“He shall have the heart of a lion.”

Sylas slipped his yellow nails through Ciatlllait’s hair and pulled her head back. He brought his mouth to her ear. “Magic comes with a price, my love.”

Ciatlllait writhed to the beat of the drums only she could hear.

The form in the Fomóraiġ and Sluagh shadows took shape. It grew as tall as a man with a shaggy, square head. A lion’s roar filled the room. The form slashed through the demons, slicing off shadow heads, gobbling up shadow bodies, and weeping all the while.

“He shall be our prince,” Sylas whispered.

Ciatlllait began to moan and thrust her hips

The Donestre form charged toward her. A shadow streaked between the wall and Ciatlllait until it overcame her. Ciatlllait moved beneath it as it slowly shrank away toward her belly.

Sylas slithered over her and bit into her neck. “Loathe the spirit, consume the flesh.”

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Aowyn stood in horror before Ciatlllait in the throne room. Ciatlllait held Aodhagáin’s withering hand on their thrones. The fire king’s mouth hung slightly ajar. Little life filled his once-golden eyes. Two streaks of white zipped through his beard like crests of foam on a sea of orange. His red hair had dulled tawny, tempered with white streaks. That’s not what had Aowyn so upset. Ciatlllait sat beside Aodhagáin smugly with the beginnings of a quickened belly.

“I am with child,” Ciatlllait announced. “I bear your king a new prince.”

Aowyn bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. No!

There could be no way it could be Aodhagáin’s, Aowyn convinced herself. Save for a spell that preyed upon a man’s basest instinct. Aowyn would not put it past Ciatlllait to do such a thing, but how could the gods allow it?

Ciatlllait rose slowly for all of the servants to see her transformed figure. “It was such a tragedy when the princes mysteriously went missing. A travesty when we searched for them and they could not be found. So we must take great joy in welcoming our new prince. What we have lost we can regain.”

The servants clapped politely.

Aowyn wanted to vomit. She bit her fist and dashed from the room.

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