Soul Survivor by Misty Evans

Author:Misty Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2011-08-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Present Meets Past

No longer tied to a solid body, Rife’s spirit floated, weightless. A kaleidoscope of color surrounded him, as if he were riding a rainbow. The sensation was pleasant and for a moment he let go.

Where am I? Am I dead?

Confusion roped him in, bringing more questions and, on their heels, dread. Bits of the ancient past mixed with the recent past and swarmed like bees in his mind. War was about to break out. He lay dying in Chieftess Keva’s lodge as poison ripped his guts to shreds. Enann had disappeared.

Present-day Keva called his name, reaching for him…

Without warning, his spirit reconnected with his body. Pain seared through his arms and legs, making him buck from the force. His throat refused to let air pass and his lungs cried out in desperation. In his ears, he heard the erratic pulsing of his blood.

The next moment, he was freefalling, wind racing past his face and tumbling him over and over as he dropped from nothingness into being.

A grunt escaped his lips as he thudded to the ground, but before he could draw a breath, Enann landed on top of him, dead weight pinning him down. Enann’s eyes, blue as a summer sky, were full of dark intent. He reared up on his knees and punched Rife in the stomach, making Rife double up.

Enann laughed, seemingly unaffected by traveling through time. He pushed the red cloth on his forehead up an inch. “Welcome back, you filthy dog.”

Rife’s head throbbed in unison with the ache in his gut. His joints were on fire, and he was so weak he could hardly part his lips. Still, he refused to lie there helpless and take Enann’s abuse. Fisting his hand, he called up his energy and returned the punch, hitting Enann in the solar plexus.

Enann’s face twisted in surprise and pain as he jerked back.

Wait till he told Chee he’d fought a ghost. “Fuck you,” Rife said in English.

Enann regained his feet, rubbing his upper stomach. His lips rippled with a humorless smile. “Fuk yu,” he mimicked awkwardly, his words still in the ancient language of their ancestors. “Is this a curse?”

God, I hope so, Rife thought, pushing himself into a sitting position. Twilight filtered through a dense growth of trees, throwing deep shadows all around. Rain fell, coating everything and dripping off branches onto the ferns below, only to drip from their fronds to the ground. Beneath him, wet fir needles and soft moss carpeted the forest floor, emitting the smell of pine and wet soil as he crushed it under his body.

The forest was familiar, but something deep in Rife’s brain told him he was not anywhere near his grandfather’s house.

“Your balls,” he said, speaking in the native Salt Coast tongue to make sure Enann understood him, “are going to shrivel up and fall off tonight while you sleep.”

Enann paced in front of Rife, staying out of reach, but close enough to study him. “Tonight I will die when Thunderbird eats the moon.

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