The Spirit Stone: The Silver Wyrm, Book Two by Katharine Kerr

Author:Katharine Kerr
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Tags: Fantasy
ISBN: 9780756404338
Publisher: DAW Hardcover
Published: 2007-05-29T00:00:00+00:00

"Mine is, too." Yet for a moment she felt utterly mud¬dled. When had she agreed? She couldn't remember, yet she was sure that somehow, she had indeed done so. And I won't have to walk in the forest alone, she thought. My dear Laz! Alshandra must have sent him.

When Laz's friend arrived, Sidro noticed that the horse—a black mare with a white off-fore and a white dia¬mond on her forehead—followed him without benefit of a lead rope, though she wore a leather halter. The Horsekin nodded at Laz, then bowed to Sidro, but said nothing. He was slender, short for one of the 'Kin at about six feet tall, with their typical milk-white skin between the welter of blue tattoos on his face, neck, and hands. Across his left cheek blue letters in the Horsekin alphabet spelled KREN, the goddess of wild things. He wore a loose green shirt and a pair of buckskin leggings, ordinary enough clothing.

His black hair, however, marked him as someone be¬yond the typical. Most Gel da'Thae men let their hair grow long and brushed it straight back or kept it in waist-length braids. This fellow had cut his hair very short except for a wide stripe down the middle of his skull, which he'd done in a row of narrow braids so that it fell to one side like a horse's mane. When he bowed to her, the metal charms tied into the braids jingled and caught the light with a glint of silver.

"I'll transform and fly over the forest, my love," Laz said to Sidro. "I'll see you at our camp. It's not very far."

Sidro's shift had dried enough for her to put the dress on over it. Laz waited to leave until his friend had helped Sidro mount the horse. He handed her the blanket and her sack.

"Don't watch," Laz said.

She looked away, but once again she saw the flash of bluish light. From the saddle she glanced back to see his human body gone. The raven took a few steps, then bunched his muscles and sprang into the air with a drum¬beat of wings. The mare ignored him; she must have been part of his herd for a good long while. Laz circled over the meadow once, croaked a farewell, and headed northeast.

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