Teeth of the Gods (Unweaving Chronicles Book 1) by Sarah K. L. Wilson

Author:Sarah K. L. Wilson [Wilson, Sarah K. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2017-01-11T00:00:00+00:00

21

Unweaving

I sipped at my water and watched Rusk sleep. He was really asleep now, with heavy breathing and even a slight snore. He looked like he could break if I tried to shake him awake. His face grimaced in pain even as he slept – pain he blamed me for. Meanwhile we had an eight-foot metal tether would keep us side by side for years to come. I ground my teeth and held back my own tears.

“Fool. Pining over a boy when you should be following the path we’ve set,” An’alepp said, materializing out of nowhere and flickering in and out, proving she was visible only to me.

The meditation world superimposed itself over my world, semi-transparent so that I was experiencing both at once. An’alepp leaned over Rusk, staring at him for a moment as if she were going to sculpt him later and then she turned suddenly back to me.

“He sleeps? Your body is safe enough here. Come into the meditation fully. We have work to do.”

“I have my own business here,” I said, but as the words left my mouth my feet began to prickle with an itching fire and then the whole of my legs burned and itched. “What’s happening?”

“Motivation,” An’alepp said, crossing her boney arms over her chest as her head scarf fluttered in the wind.

Did everyone with a connection to the Common only use it to bully others? And why had no one told me that the dead could still reach into the world and torment me? I closed my eyes and shoved into the meditation.

An’alepp sat cross-legged on a stack of hides in a woven tent. Light glowed through the tent’s woven sides and spread across the floor. It was so warm and calm I felt like sleeping and An’alepp’s wizened face had a look of serenity.

“If I knew finding a connection to the source could let me inflict so much pain on my enemies maybe I would have tried harder,” I said lightly.

“You tried as hard as you could. It was not motivation you lacked,” An’alepp said with a wry look. Behind her my former mentors appeared, Evereed, Olimpia and Betina. They looked sulky and would not meet my eyes. “These ones have told me as much. They gave up on you. Only our daughter Amandera and I, An’alepp of the Great Ships, have any confidence in you.”

“Don’t talk to me about Amandera,” I said, crossing my arms angrily.

“Oh, the tongue on this one, ordering her ancestor about while she still has no idea what her talent might be.”

“I can raise lightnings!”

“Ha. You should have kissed Amandera’s feet for wringing you, but even that was only the beginning,” An’alepp said and I paled. “She showed you that you have power, but the lightnings are not your power.”

“Tell that to Toure,” I said bitterly.

“Perhaps I shall. Do you think it will comfort him?” An’alepp said leaning her head to one side as she considered me. I paled. Did the dead speak to one another?

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