Moonscript (Kings of Aselvia Book 1) by H.S.J. Williams

Author:H.S.J. Williams [Williams, H.S.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Trillium Press
Published: 2020-05-07T05:00:00+00:00

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For a small breath of time, the burdens on my soul eased as I let them down, spoke them aloud, pried their grip from my throat. But I could not loose it all for though his eyes are seasoned beyond his years, the truths hidden in darkness would snuff any light, and I do not want the bright spark in his eye to go out. He does not need to know the power of Darkness.

“Tellie. Tellie, it is time.”

She shifted, trying to squirm deeper into sleep and let the voice fade away. Was that Mister Norne—no, no, of course not, that was a very handsome voice. Errance or maybe Coren? No, not them either. That’s right, it was Rendar, the elven King Ren—

She bolted upright, blanket flying.

There he knelt across the room. As he came towards her, she shrank back.

He halted, surprised. “Are you afraid of me?”

Coloring, she cleared her dry throat and peeled her tongue away from the roof her mouth. “No! No. It’s just…it’s just one usually doesn’t dream when they’re so tired.”

With a quiet chuckle, he said, “Have I not told you that this is no dream?”

“Yes, well…” She trailed off unhappily. The last time Rendar had appeared could certainly be explained as a dream. Maybe even this time she could excuse it as a dream. But that experience she’d shared with Errance in the streets of Oolum could not be denied. “Well. Well, then what is this, Rendar! What’s happening and why is it happening to me?”

Sympathy filled his eyes and he reached out his hand. “I’m sorry, I did not explain well enough last time. Or perhaps you were not ready to understand. But come with me now and your sight shall grow.”

All at once every exquisite detail of their previous time together rushed back into Tellie’s mind. The terror of the darkness, the thrill of the singing, then the exhaustion and collapse. After all the activity of the day, she doubted she could muster the strength for another battle.

“Do you want me to help Errance?” she asked weakly.

He shook his head. “Coren is helping him tonight.”

“Coren!”

“Indeed. A noble elf, though very different from the rest of us. Tonight, he is helping Errance release a little of the pain rotting inside.”

“Errance is confiding in Coren?” Tellie said, shocked more than ever. She’d thought Errance wouldn’t trust Coren ten leagues away.

“Do not think Errance desires isolation, even if he believes it himself. He is starved for friendship, and no matter what his mind may deny, his heart recognizes Coren as kindred,” Rendar said. He stood, and Tellie’s stomach turned as she saw he could rise to his full and terrible height in the low-roofed attic without changing size. She really shouldn’t be allowed to dream such impossible things.

When he took her hand, she felt a slight change, as if the morning sun was just beginning to rise. She glanced around the room and she saw the figures of her friends just like she might have normally, except…except not.

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