The House Of Gaian by Anne Bishop

Author:Anne Bishop
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Action & Adventure, Witchcraft, Fantasy fiction, Fiction, Fantasy, American, Witches, Occult fiction, General
ISBN: 9780451459428
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2003-10-07T04:00:00+00:00

Breanna choked on her tea.

Selena’s face was turning red with the effort not to laugh.

Gwenn gave Breanna a helping swat on the back that almost shoved her nose into the teacup, then said, “

Breathe, Selena. You’re starting to look like a holly bush.”

Maybe it wasn’t right to fill the room with laughter when there was so much death just beyond the door.

And maybe, Breanna thought as she wiped her streaming eyes with the napkin Gwenn handed her, laughter was exactly what she needed to see Selena as a woman who could be a friend instead of a power to be feared.

Liam noticed the tremor in Donovan’s hand as his friend raised the glass of whiskey and downed its contents in one swallow.

“Do not wake the Mother’s Hills,” Donovan said softly, staring into his glass. “Well, they’re awake now, aren’t they? Mother’s mercy, Liam. Gwenny said Selena was powerful, and I hadn’t doubted her word, especially after seeing the storm that passed over Willowsbrook, but I’d never imagined a witch could do

... that. And I’ve met some of the women who come from the Mother’s Hills.”

“Nobody imagined they could do that,” Liam said wearily. But he looked toward the closed study door and shivered, remembering the whirl of wind Breanna had created when he met her. She’d captured the earth Keely was flinging at him in a misguided effort to protect Breanna from the baron. If she could create a small whirling of wind and earth, could Breanna create something larger, something more destructive? If she needed to protect her family, would she create a funnel of earth and air that could be used as a weapon?

Would he have used the fire at his command to burn men as he’d burned the nighthunters? Yes, he would have. He didn’t like knowing that about himself, especially after seeing the bodies that had been caught in that rage of wind and fire, and understood now why the creed to do no harm was constantly reinforced every time Breanna or Nuala gave him another lesson hi using and controlling the power that lived inside him.

“Liam? Where have you gone?”

Liam looked at Donovan and shook his head. A knock on the study door saved him from a discussion he didn’t want to have.

Varden walked in, and said bluntly, “We need to talk.”

Before he could say anything more, two Fae led a prisoner into the room.

Liam studied the man dressed in the homespun tunic and trousers that were commonly worn by farmers.

A pleasant-looking man in his mid-twenties, who appeared more relieved than fearful.

“Sit down,” Liam said, indicating the chair in front of the desk.

“Yes, sir,” the man said. “Thank you, sir.”

He’d never dealt with prisoners before, but it baffled him that the man was acting more like a tenant farmer talking to his landlord than a man who’d just been captured in battle.

“You do understand that you’re a prisoner,” Liam said.

“Yes, sir, and grateful to be so.”

“Why?”

The man shifted in the chair. “You stand against the eastern barons.

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