The Summoner and the Seer: Darklight Universe: Book 1 by Gold C

Author:Gold, C. [Gold, C.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Golden Elm Publishing
Published: 2017-10-03T04:00:00+00:00

I yearn for a closer relationship with Amira. There’s a connection between us and even though I forget her each morning, at night I feel like I’ve always known her. Whatever happens, I truly believe a piece of her will always be with me.

He shoved the book away in disgust. What was he doing besides engaging in self-torture? He snatched it back up, fully intending to scratch out every entry about her, but try as he might, he couldn’t do it. Instead, he brushed sand over the ink to dry it and cursed his weakness. Eyeing it with growing dread he finally admitted to himself, I need the hope. The thought of ‘maybe’ was all he had to combat the nasty depressing voices in his head. Even being near her helped.

Though she wasn’t here now. Probably still hard at work convincing the Shae people to choose survival. And here he sat feeling sorry for himself. This time he didn’t even have the spell to blame. The problem was, he had nothing to do. Perhaps he should have gone with her but he wanted to avoid questions about Maleko.

Absently scratching off flakes of dirt, Radcliff realized just how filthy he was. As he reached for the water pitcher, more needles stabbed at his insides. Tired of feeling useless and broken, Radcliff risked a tiny trickle of magic. The dull throbbing in his head convinced Radcliff to push more magic into his body and he invoked the basic healing spell. As the warmth spread, the pain in his chest receded and then vanished. He cut off the flow and took a deep, lingering breath. The lack of any discomfort was pure ecstasy.

He stripped to his undergarments and wiped off the caked dirt and blood. Dragging the filthy leathers outside, he shook the worst of it off and spent several minutes wiping every inch until even the creases were grime-free. Once satisfied, he draped them over the chair to dry.

The dwelling had cooled significantly once the sun set so Radcliff rummaged through the small chest filled with borrowed items and pulled out a night shirt. It was knee length and decorated in multicolored embroidered patterns.

There was nothing left to do now but sleep. Except morning meant forgetting and sleeping led to morning and that meant losing precious time remembering. Though he was tired, he refused to sleep until the last minute when he had no choice. So he compromised and sat on the bed to rest his body while replaying the day’s events, especially the part about the sphere. He remembered seeing it, but everything after that was a complete blank. Frustrated, he tried again, but it was no use. What was worse, he felt the echo of something but couldn’t quite reach it.

When the soft scratch at the door interrupted, Radcliff was grateful. He’d had enough with his faulty memory. As he got to the door, he heard a soft voice whispering his name.

He opened the door to Nalani’s red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked cheeks.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.