The Quest by Lindsay McKenna

Author:Lindsay McKenna
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2007-06-25T23:00:00+00:00

“So, what are we going to find here?” Nolan growled under his breath. He and Kendra stood in the cave beneath the Tor. They’d removed a number of wooden planks covering the entrance. It had taken them all afternoon to locate it and then get into the dank, dark hole.

Looking around with his flashlight, Nolan could see sleeping bats hanging from the cave roof, their wings wrapped around their brown bodies. In places, water dripped from the rough limestone. He was glad he and Kendra had rain jackets on.

The main part of the cave was about seven feet high and, if not for their flashlights, totally dark. “I have no idea,” Kendra replied. When she heard the trickle of water nearby, she realized it must be the spring that would eventually find its way to Chalice Well, which was just below the Tor. The “red” stream, renowned for its feminine energy.

Finding a flat rock, she sat down and turned off her light. “Let me sit a moment and see if I pick up anything.”

“Right.” Nolan switched off his own flashlight and quietly stood nearby. The chilling dampness was stirred by a slight air current. The steady dripping from the rocks continued. He understood Kendra needed silence, but the incident with Campbell still agitated him. And the further they got with this assignment, the more dangerous it would be. Not to mention what working with Kendra did to him. It was impossible, having a relationship with her, he knew. But that didn’t stop his stupid heart from pining away for her.

Still jumpy, Nolan stayed on high alert in case of danger. Was Campbell still around?

Kendra drew several long, steadying deep breaths. This time, she was literally sitting on her subject. She opened herself up to receive information, pictures and sensations that would help them find the emerald sphere.

Closing her eyes, she visualized tree roots wrapping gently around her ankles, then stretching deep into Mother Earth. Hands resting on her damp knees, she sank more deeply into her relaxation.

Every rock recorded information, Kendra knew, because ninety-nine percent of them had crystal within them. Quartz was a natural memory keeper. A stone could record weather, animals on the prowl, or cataclysmic events. If a human walked near it, the quartz within the rock would keep an imprint energetically, record a voice and sometimes even any conversation. And that was what Kendra was after: a permanent voice recording. One she hoped would tell her something about where the emerald sphere was located. As she sank deeper into a meditative state, she was able to detect the stone’s recordings.

She heard faraway voices. At first, they sounded like grunts and vocalizations reminiscent of primitive cave people. Then there was chanting and singing. Kendra saw the lean, pale hands of a man picking up the rock. He was a Druid priest, and the ceremonial chanting was a seasonal occurrence in that cave, related to solstices and equinoxes. That made sense, because Druids paid attention to the movements of the Earth and marked them in rituals.

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