Wordright: Veritas (The Wordright Saga Book 1) by C. Edstrom

Author:C. Edstrom [Edstrom, C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bridgedown Books
Published: 2018-10-27T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter XIII — 12~19.10.14

Sol crested the horizon as Nevil did the Torus Gorge, rising fast at his back. Sustained throughout the climb and underway beyond with the loaf and what will remained, he soon left Burke well enough behind, as the Torres Gorge, followed from there, grew narrow again. A deep gash, its walls dropped on either side to the floor one stray step away. Nevil’s pace, brisk at first with fresh energy and some force of will, shriveled under the climbing embodiment of time, and he wavered without realizing.

Staggering could not be far off, and staggering any distance inadvisable between the gorge and the edge of the Queing Forrest on that clear, brisk morning grew less acceptable with each passing step. It was the type of weather that had made travel almost effortless with Cil once he’d grown accustomed to the routine, but he’d already been too long removed and lacked motivation. Far enough away from the edge and kicking his heel in mid-stride, he allowed himself to collapse onto a soft patch of relatively level ground in the frosty shade of the forest line as if he’d been struck, mortally wounded, from the side and merely lay where he’d fallen, his pack still on his back and the hide case with the Galen Epics pulling taut against its reins below.

Breath tapering, Nevil reflected that Cil might have passed by the same route, following the gorge still likely the easiest route through the wilds to Terridan. That was unless she’d returned to Kay after all in considering Nevil’s lie through omission to be wholly unforgivable. And if she hadn’t left Burke? She certainly wouldn’t be trapped there; Cil was far more resourceful than he was. Without so much as a seam, Nevil sat now at a table outside some vaguely familiar collection of buildings that at once made perfect and no sense. He was in Burke again, though it had a look rather more of Bridgedown. But it was Burke—no doubt about it—on the opposite side of the town center from Tucker’s house.

Nevil’s hands clasped a heavy drinking vessel for which Nevil could not now recall a better word. Its contents were placid near the rim, but emerald flames danced within, small flecks swirling with a life of their own on silent currents that failed to so much as ripple the surface, itself approached at times but never broken. Despite the unknown origin of its curious contents, the vessel found his lips, and a lightly sweet and intensely cool liquid found his tongue, reminiscent of another recent experience that he likewise failed to recall in detail. The vessel was set back to the table where the emerald dance continued, but his wonder in the display failed when he found that Cil sat opposite him.

She wore a simple but elegant dress that flowed the length of her leg to the upper ankle, the leg clearly crossing its counterpart beneath the mesh tabletop, and she reposed leisurely to one corner of her chair.

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