Spirit Mage by Esther Mitchell

Author:Esther Mitchell [Mitchell, Esther]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781711777917
Publisher: FyrRose Productions
Published: 2019-11-30T18:30:00+00:00

It was a long and delicate process to stitch a wound like this and, after a time, Telyn's muscles began to cramp and ache with the imposed stillness necessary for an even stitch. But, finally, after what seemed an eternity, she pulled the sinew out of the needle and knotted the last stitch. With a sigh of relief, she sat back, flexing the muscles in her back and shoulders and rolling her neck to exorcise the stiffness there. Instinctively, her attention moved to her patient's face, searching for signs of discomfort or pain. A small, peaceful smile lingered on his lips, and his eyes were closed. His chest, under Paduari's hand, rose and fell evenly, as if Nacaris slept the sleep of the just, and not the pain-haunted delirium of the gravely injured. Telyn's gaze moved to Paduari, then, and as his eyes met hers, he nodded slightly.

Telyn drew a deep breath, her eyes closing as she finally understood the full power of Spirit Majik, and how different it was from any other Majik she'd ever encountered. It left her in awe to realize how much peace, or agony, a single touch of a Spirit Majin's hand could bring. Telyn's gut clenched as the reality of what lay ahead settled over her, again. In a few hours' time, they'd be facing a Majin capable of the darkest nightmares a soul could ever face. It was a reminder Telyn didn't need, and a memory she must either overcome, or see used against her when she came face-to-face with Reaphia again.

Determined to concentrate on the moment, and not worry about what had yet to happen, Telyn shook off her thoughts. Packing a fresh compress against the newly-stitched leg wound, she selected a new length of sinew, and moved to kneel by Nacaris' shoulder. Removing the spent compress, she nodded with satisfaction. This wound, too, had drained properly. Drawing a deep breath for courage, she prayed for a steady hand as she reached again for the stiletto. In order for the shoulder wound to heal properly once it was stitched, she had to cut away the already-rotted flesh and re-open the flesh she cauterized earlier. Painfully aware Nacaris could bleed to death before she ever got the wound stitched, Telyn closed her eyes and mouthed a plea to Kishfa and the spirits of this place. Then, opening her eyes again, she gripped the knife firmly and began to cut.

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