The Dragon Nimbus Novels: Volume I: Volume I by Irene Radford

Author:Irene Radford [Radford, Irene]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781101041116
Publisher: Penguin Group
Published: 2007-10-02T06:00:00+00:00

Outside the mental armor Brevelan had thrown around herself and Mica, the emotions of the market crowd pressed with increasing urgency. Mica paced the edge of the wide barrier yowling her displeasure.

I must protect her. He must not contaminate her, Mica told Brevelan. The cat’s anxious pacing also spoke of her need to break through and claw at the eyes of the man who held Princess Rossemikka with such volatile possessiveness.

Brevelan edged closer to Darville in case she had to extend her armor to protect him. She didn’t know how she would help the girl while keeping Mica away from square-beard.

A wall of impenetrable magic stopped her in her tracks. Eyes wide with alarm, she searched the crowd with every sense available to her for the source of the spell.

No one. Nowhere could she smell magic. Again and again she searched for this new threat. Then she counted the people around her with her own special empathy.

The Rover woman was missing. Was she truly missing, or just so heavily armored that no one could see her?

Brevelan searched again with that knowledge. There was a hole in the crowd that her senses slid around or over, but never through. She refocused her eyes. The hole began to shimmer with shifting light and undulating magic. Mica stalked from Brevelan’s side into that other armor, and back again.

The Rover woman must be there. But why would her armor admit Mica, a cat with potentially dangerous emotions running rampant?

Garlic, tons of it, comprised the main ingredient in the magic of armor.

Brevelan edged around the wall of magic and found herself on the other side of Darville. Stargods! The Rover was throwing her armor around Rosie and the knot of verbal combatants, as well as herself.

“Meww?” Mica questioned Brevelan’s unease. She was content with the presence of the Rover woman.

Brevelan looked a little closer, trying to penetrate the redolent miasma. Her tongue flicked out to taste it. With the flavor embedded in her tongue, her ears opened to hear a strange incantation from the center of the protected bubble. The Rover woman’s magic was triggered by Song and by herbs, just as Brevelan’s was.

“That smell makes me hungry enough to eat one of your meatless stews,” Yaakke remarked behind Brevelan. He and a staff that was already beginning to twist blocked the foreigner’s exit into the alley.

“How did you get here?” Brevelan asked. Too many strange emotions flooding her system left her only mildly startled at the boy’s appearance.

His hunger radiated from him, engulfing her. Her stomach growled in sympathy. The baby kicked and squirmed in protest. He, too, was as hungry as the apprentice.

“Same way you and Jaylor got to the University.” Yaakke shrugged and winked.

Then Brevelan looked at the boy, really looked at him. His eyes were blank with fatigue and his cheeks hollow, as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. The first time she had seen Jaylor, he’d been in the same condition.

“We’ve got to get out of here. All of us.” Brevelan didn’t realize she had spoken until she heard the words.

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