Clue and The Shrine of the Widowed Bride (Clue Taylor Book 1) by Wendie Nordgren

Author:Wendie Nordgren [Nordgren, Wendie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-08-01T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

I left the Wisteria and turned onto Swan Street where I entered a café and ordered a coffee. It wasn’t my fault if they assumed I had meant I was getting coffee from the hotel restaurant. There was only one entity who I thought might help me. I wondered what I could bring to her as a gift. Finishing my coffee, I went to 888 Honjo Street.

In the basement, I went to the area where Winks stored jewels. Peeking inside of various bags, I searched until I found a large blue sapphire. I secured it within one of my jacket’s pockets. Then, in Winks’ workroom, I took a blaster and stuck it into the back left side of my waistband where I could easily make a grab for it. Then, I carefully pulled the gauze from my nose, found the hidden door upstairs in the living room, and hurried through the tunnels.

When I arrived at the beach, I strolled toward the areas where I had encountered Palena in the past. “Palena, please come talk to me. I need your help.” I scanned the water and the beach for her. She was nowhere to be found. I sat on the sand and tried to think of my actions prior to our other meetings. I drew a blank. I pictured the ocean spirit’s blue hair and sparkling skin, and imagined her voice. “Palena, please. I need you.”

I heard someone behind me and scrambled to my feet hoping it was her. A calm deep voice said, “I prayed I would find you on the beach if I walked far enough.” I was shocked to find the young priest, with his black hair brushed back from his forehead and curling at his ears and neck from the salty air, here on my stretch of beach. I stared at him not knowing what to say. He smiled kindly at me, but his blue eyes began to be troubled. “Were you in an accident?”

Being hit purposely by a transport and punched in the face counted as an accident in my estimation, so I said, “Yes.” With my right hand, I gestured out at the waves. “Have you seen Palena? I desperately need her help.”

Frowning, Gregory, a priest of the Ocean Spirit, said, “No, I searched for you in the hope I might see her again.”

Disappointed, I sat again. With a rustle of fabric, Gregory sat beside me. Tilting his head toward me, he said, “May I help in any way?”

Giving a slightly insane laugh, I said, “Sure. Just take me to some shrine or temple where men can’t go that may or may not even be in this reality.”

Laughing, Gregory said, “Alright.” He stood and held his hand down to me.

“I’m not joking. My father’s life depends on me.”

“There is only one place of which I know that is impossible for men to enter. It is the Shrine of the Widowed Bride. I can take you there if you will trust me,” Gregory patiently said.

Hesitantly, I asked, “Why are you helping me?”

Gregory stared into my eyes.

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