Witchlight by Bradley Marion Zimmer

Author:Bradley, Marion Zimmer [Bradley, Marion Zimmer]
Format: epub

That night, lying in her canopied bed in the Lilac Room, Winter dreamed

of Grey.

She stood in a dream-landscape, knowing she wouldn't remember the

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dream once she awoke. It was a place she'd been many times before,

though she knew she wouldn't remember that either. The light was

ghostly; Winter stood in the middle of a plain so vast it seemed to have

no end, a horizonless place where the sky met the ground without any de-

markation line. In the distance stood the remains of a ruined watchtower,

alone in the emptiness, and, having no other goal, Winter headed for it.

A spectral wind plucked at her clothing, making a low irritating

keening in her ears. Where was Grey? He was supposed to be here al-

ready, waiting for her.

As if her thoughts had invoked him, the scene changed: a dream

within a dream. She sat at her desk in the Taghkanic dorm, working on a

paper for her music class while Grey lay on the bed, her guitar across his

stomach, plunking idly at the strings.

She looked over toward him, to where his blond hair spilled over her

pillow, gleaming in the lamplight. His eyes were half shut, and lashes

like dark honey nearly brushed his cheeks.

"What are you going to do after you graduate?" she asked him, and re-

alized that this was a memory, not a dream. This had happened, once

upon a time.

"Get rich, get famous, do whatever I want." Grey's answer was flip.

"Be a singer in a rock 'n' roll band. What about you?"

I want to stay with you, Winter thought to herself, and Grey, as if read-

ing her mind, set the guitar aside and held out his arms to her, his smile

mocking and welcoming at the same time.

"Too much study makes you go blind," he said huskily.

She reached for him, but instead of flesh her hands touched jagged

rock. She was back in the gray place again, and she cried out at the un-

fairness of it, at being snatched out of that lovely dream, away from Grey.

"Help me, Winter. Help me, my love."

Beneath her hands was the ruined stone of the watchtower, and half

erupting from it was Grey's body, face and hands yearning toward the

light, as if he had been trapped in the stone like an insect in amber,

trapped forever--

"Leave me alone,f"

And suddenly it was spring; the apple trees were in bloom, and petals

were showering everywhere ....

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