Dragon Redeemer (World of Aluvia Book 3) by Amy Bearce

Author:Amy Bearce [Bearce, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781620079751
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Published: 2017-05-23T05:00:00+00:00

he winds of the snow storm picked up, screaming with a frightening intensity. The edges of the tent ruffled, flapped, and danced. How much more could it take? They couldn’t survive without shelter.

“Get ready to run to the boys’ tent!” Nell called. Hopefully the other tent would still be there. They pulled on their packs and crouched at the door of the tent.

Another gust hit. Fabric ripped, and the top of their tent pulled away and soared off like a child’s kite. Nell looked up into a spinning tunnel of white, and blinding snow filled the tent.

“Quick!” She reached past the ragged remains of the tent until she slapped up against the rope. Steadying herself, she yelled, “Put your hand on my shoulder!”

Sierra called back, “Phoebe’s with me. Let’s move!”

Nell pushed her way into the blizzard. White filled her vision in every direction, but at least there were no faces, no teeth, no glaring dead-looking eyes. Only the rope in her hands. It took just four or five steps, but her coat was caked before she managed to scrape on the outside of the boys’ tent. “Let us in!”

Winds howled in her ear and lying down began to seem like a reasonable idea. The snow would be soft, at least.

Then hands pulled her inside, with Sierra and Phoebe falling in behind.

Fairy lights made her blink. Queenie, Grace, and all the wee ones lined the fabric, lending their brightness and strength. Nell sat pressed next to Corbin. Though she would have preferred more space, there wasn’t any. Everyone huddled around the meager heat of the brazier and whispered about the strange creatures in the storm, the risks of the blizzard, their strategy should the last tent fail. The winds continued to blow.

“We might as well eat,” Nell said, hunching against the cold. The needs of the body didn’t stop because of threats outside of it. Everyone ate crackers made of sunflower seeds and a bit of dried fish. When no more creepy beings appeared and the tent walls held up, her shoulders began to drop.

Such haggard ghostly creatures surely were impossible. Not even Micah had seen the gaunt cheeks, the filmy white eyes. Maybe the extreme cold had made her hallucinate. The Dragon clearly sent that storm at them―Micah sensed the deliberate power, too, after all―but those creatures riding the wind must have been her imagination. That was it. She felt better upon deciding so.

Despite the storm, the heat in their tent rose, and her eyelids grew heavy. The time spent in stillness made her earlier irritation seem out of hand as well. Corbin would help anyone up out of the snow, she knew. He wasn’t suggesting she was weak. He knew better than that. So did she. She allowed herself to lean against him, and he wrapped one arm around her shoulders.

She rubbed her forehead. Perhaps the Dragon’s poison had progressed further than she knew. Less obvious than a blizzard, but no less lethal. She took a deep breath, swearing to be more kind and patient with everyone, no matter what those deep, dark impulses muttered.

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