Primeval Magic (Demons of Fire and Night Book 3) by C.N. Crawford

Author:C.N. Crawford [Crawford, C.N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2017-06-10T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Ursula stood at the window’s ledge, peering down at the rocky landscape below—the jagged black boulders and rugged cliff face leading to the sea. Taliesin had offered her an escape—and perhaps some answers—and she’d be a fool not to take him up on it. Following the owl into the night was her only choice. And yet the thought of plunging into the air made her stomach somersault.

Answers. I may finally get answers. Taking a deep breath, she hopped onto the windowsill, where the night breeze ruffled her feathers. As Taliesin circled in the sky above her, Ursula spread her wings and pushed herself forward, her stomach lurching as she braced for a crash. Immediately she lifted into the air, but she stroked too hard with her wings and veered wildly to the right. She let out a shrill scream, righting herself as she winged into the night. She was flying, the wind whipping at her body, and it felt amazing.

Taliesin swooped back for her. When he reached her side, he said, “Very interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone transform into a nighthawk before.”

So she wasn’t an owl. “How are you able to talk?” Ursula tried to say, but it just came out as a series of screeches.

“Practice. Lots of practice. Just follow me, and you’ll be fine.” He arced away from her, this time heading back toward the castle. Ursula followed him, soaring higher into the briny air. The wind rushed over her feathers while below the ground peeled away. Exhilarated, she swooped over the castle’s turrets and glimpsed its spindly spires gleaming in the moonlight. A circular wall surrounded the keep, and mist whirled over the ground, gathering in leeward eddies between the towers. Faint lights sparkled in the narrow windows. In which of those rooms was Bael, and had he been imprisoned too?

They soared past the castle to the peaked ridge, and over the darkened forest of apple trees. The mix of mist and blossoms was inviting, like a soft white carpet, and Taliesin flew lower, breaching the forest’s canopy. Gracefully, he glided between the branches. She chased him, thrilling as her wings caught the night air. They passed the clearing where she’d first met Nimue’s handmaidens, then they dove back into the forest of apple trees.

Above them the canopy of blossoms thickened and the tree trunks widened. Between the giant tree trunks the air stilled. It was deathly quiet, like the entire forest was holding its breath. Taliesin winged forward over the rich soil. Ursula followed close behind, as the trees became denser. Below them the moss of the forest floor gave way to a thick carpet of vines and nettles. It was a strange juxtaposition—delicate clouds of apple blossoms above a wiry sea of thorns. As the forest darkened, a shiver ran over Ursula’s feathers.

Suddenly Taliesin swooped up as they approached a giant oak. Burls and the ragged stumps of broken branches gnarled its massive trunk. Taliesin landed on a thick bough, and Ursula alit next to him, her heart racing, wings burning with fatigue.

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