Reaper of Dreams (The Gods' Dream Trilogy) by Debra Holland

Author:Debra Holland
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Love Story
Publisher: Debra Holland
Published: 2011-08-06T14:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Time to develop a war plan. Jasmine dropped to a cross-legged position on the blanket covering the dried-seaweed floor in Anza’s tent. Indaran settled on one side of her, and Anza lowered herself more stiffly across from them.

A scent of bitter herbs mingled with the smell of dried seaweed. Landers had quickly seen to Jasmine’s requests, and several canvas bags of precious berst were bundled in a corner.

Jasmine turned her hands palm up and rested them on her knees. “Now that the first part of our plan has been implemented, you need to know what happens next. I mentioned Arvintor before. I need to tell you His story, and what He plans to do.”

Anza wrinkled her nose. “I wonder how many more Gods or Goddesses exist that we didn’t know about? Why didn’t we know about them?”

Jasmine leaned forward. “Did you ever ask?”

Anza pursed her lips in a rueful grimace. “No.”

“Well, I did. Arvintor said that there are six.”

“Six.” Anza rolled her eyes upward and to the left, apparently thinking. “There’s still one we don’t know about then.” She held up her hand. “Yadarius,” she said, ticking the names off her fingers. “Besolet. Guinheld. Ontarem. Arvintor.”

“Withea.”

Anza shook her head. “I’ve never heard of Withea, either.”

“I met Withea.” Jasmine paused, uncertain how much to tell. “She saved my life. Sent me to Louat from another place.”

Both Anza and Indaran looked at her with interest.

“Saved your life?” they echoed.

“That’s not important right now.

Indaran lightly touched her forearm. “Sometime soon, I want to hear these other not important stories of yours.”

Jasmine cocked one eyebrow at him. “And I want to hear yours.”

“We’ll trade.”

Did she want the intimacy his warm gaze offered? No—how could she ever give herself to a man after the nightmares of the past? Not that Indaran would want her if he knew her shame. That future was lost. Only the need to bring the people of Louat to freedom held meaning for her.

Jasmine turned her face from the emerald gaze of the man she had saved and took a deep breath, preparing to begin her tale. “Arvintor and Ontarem are TwinGods and in the beginning ruled Louat together.” She related the story Arvintor had told her.

Indaran pressed his hand to his forehead and inhaled sharply. “You’re saying Ontarem’s our ancient enemy?”

“Yes.”

“My people fled from him. We found safety in Yadarius’s realm.” He bowed his head into his palm.

Jasmine looked over at Anza, and she knew what the Archpriestess was thinking. How will he bear this burden?

“Now he has the descendants of Arvintor’s people.” His hand muffled the words. “The people of Seagem. At least the ones left alive.” He buried his face in both hands.

Jasmine’s heart ached for him. Her hand crept out, hovered over his back. A few days ago, she wouldn’t have thought she’d ever voluntarily touch a man again.

But you touched this man.

He was unconscious at the time.

Her hand trembled, then fluttered down, resting on the nubby woolen fabric of his gray vest. She rubbed her hand back and forth, feeling the hard outline of his back under her palm.

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