The Reckoners by Doranna Durgin

Author:Doranna Durgin [Durgin, Doranna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: action adventure age amusing battle beautiful blood bounty cat character chosen dangerous defeat demon durgin evil fantasy fate fearsome female fierce forged ghost ghostbuster good heart heroic heroine humor hunter legend mage magic magical mate mystical outcast outland power quest savage spells spirit stranger strong supernatural threat trouble vengeance warrior, love, sword, ghost, telepathy
ISBN: 9781611385137
Publisher: Book View Cafe
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Out Looking For Trouble

Heed the observations of those around you.

— Rhonda Rose

I’m doing it anyway.

— Lisa McGarrity

Sklayne trod the arid nighttime land beside the hotel with Trevarr, disgruntled at the rumblings and stirrings. Most especially disgruntled that he hadn’t had the chance to taste any of the chocolate.

The Garrie and the Lucia person had eaten it all.

For solace, he gave himself permission to dip lightly into being Trevarr... to feel Trevarr’s relief in the darkness, to tip his head back and take in the scents of the stark climate, intensified as it was by the faint excuse of a dew.

Trevarr. His atreyvo. From this habitual connection, Sklayne knew that Trevarr had only a faint remnant of the distresses from the bright otherworldly day, and from the bright energies pushing against the buried places. His hunger was sated as it ever got in this alien place of alien food, and his constant awareness of the Garrie person was buffered by the distance currently between them.

Sklayne had known she would be trouble. He just hadn’t known how much.

“Mow,” he said, winding between Trevarr’s legs. Not affection, no. Just to see if Trevarr was nimble enough, with those lengthy legs, to avoid crashing down.

Trevarr was.

Disappointment.

In the dark night sky above them, tiny fire eyes bloomed and faded. Not as big as the one the Lucia person had first spotted, but scattered far and wide and spitting sparks high over a dry desert. The ground also still rumbled on occasion, but ground rumbles were familiar to these people, and these were apparently not loud enough to cause alarm.

Yet.

Especially since so many still believed the talking head man on the television.

A rare and wonderful manifestation of the aurora borealis! he said.

I’m going to head home and sit in the dark with my camera, the talking head woman responded. What about you, Stan? And the talking head man had gone hearty ho ho, yes indeed!

And then Sklayne, unable to resist any longer, had investigated the television from the inside out, and there had been no more talking head people in the Garrie’s room. Just the Drew person, frowning as he stabbed unresponsive buttons on the remote.

::Aurora borealis,:: Sklayne observed to Trevarr, looking up at that sky. ::Stupid people.::

“Because they believed?” Trevarr hunkered down to regard the sky, a pose he could maintain for hours. Sklayne knew this better than he wanted to, o interesting Trevarr hunkered down in the sweet high meadow until Sklayne’s curiosity had taken him too, too close, freedom no more.

::Stupid people,:: Sklayne repeated, deciding not to think about that.

“They have no choice but to believe,” Trevarr told him. “Nothing in their lives has prepared them for this.”

Keharian fire eyes blooming overhead, reflected energy from stalkers down below.

::Stalkers,:: Sklayne said in scorn, his meaning clear enough. Beings who believed in benign fire eyes would die soon enough. Even if the current eyes were reflections from Kehar, and not stalkers upon this very land. ::Stupid people.::

“We have time.” But Trevarr looked away from the sky down to Sklayne and added reluctant words.

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