Back from Oblivion by Solitaire Parke

Author:Solitaire Parke
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: urban fantasy, adventure, science fiction, dragons, time travel, dragon riders, books about dragons, books about time travel, queen of dragons
Publisher: Solitaire Parke

Chapter 14

I came to, however long later, and realized we were in the Ice Caves. Big revelation, right? But in my own defense, this was a part of the river of forgetfulness and the others in my party are immune to its properties. So, they’re going to be more cognizant to what’s really happening. It still doesn’t keep me from feeling like a buffoon, but perhaps if I say the obvious enough times, it will.

The caves are apparently shielding the harmful attributes from the river and my awareness was improving with every second. The lack of a way out was a tad bothersome. I know there had to be a way in, so the awareness of which I had just spoken was not yet up to par.

There were no openings to the outside, but the entire area within my line of sight was illuminated with yellow light, presumably artificial, and was more than enough to show the interior of what looked like a traditional medieval castle.

Walter’s voice announced my return to yet another level of consciousness with his usual and very astute knack for understatement.

“I’ve readjusted your interior atmosphere, reset the plates, and have a strong need to let you know that we are not alone.”

That actually told me quite a bit, mostly that I hadn’t been out for a lengthy amount of time, and that we had yet to change areas within the caves. It doesn’t explain why I couldn’t find the way we came in, but hey, one problem at a time.

“Walter says we’re not alone, but you probably already knew that.”

It was the look on her face that caused the second half of my blurt, not unwarranted, but not all that relevant either.

For the first time, I glanced around the room and registered what was there; not just more fog, but truly got a feel for items that the room employed. It was horrifying in a way that defies reason and cannot be forgotten. There were glass cages with creatures inside, some of which baring no known species or origin. Others were from the Provinces and signified the entire Class structure from the lowest, a Class One, to a Class Nine. All of them stood completely still as if dead, but their eyes stared at Queen Mother and I, imploring us to set them free.

In the center of the room stood a large, round, and very ornate table, complete with several chairs. There was nothing on the table but a layer of dust, and it only barely covered the furniture’s antiquity. Directly in front of one of the cages was a gargantuan polar bear rug, its mouth opened in a last, desperate roar, most likely as it had originally died. I found it in extremely poor taste, a remnant of some great hunter, convincing himself of a lack of cowardice. I wasn’t convinced so much as disgusted with the gauche idea of sport hunting in general. Hypnos would probably disagree.

That’s about the time our host, Hypnos himself, strolled into the room.

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