Fires of Ballian by M. L. Rhodes

Author:M. L. Rhodes
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Shapeshifters, M/M Paranormal, Source: Amazon
ISBN: 9781602726321
Publisher: Amber Quill Press
Published: 2010-01-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

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Keiran had discovered when he first came here that though the dreams could and did change, the setting stayed the same. It was always this unforgiving landscape of rugged, rocky precipices and deep ravines, where the sky, even when it wasn't storming, stayed a dreary gray because there was no sun, moon, or stars.

The shelter he led Gaige to was one of a handful of places he'd stashed weapons and supplies. That way, no matter where he might open his eyes and find himself in the limited geographic area that made up what he thought of as the "dream lands," and no matter what horror Moh'dredion chose for him to face, he was usually close enough to one of his stashes to get to it if he found himself unarmed.

Which was frequently.

Moh'dredion didn't want him to depend on physical arms, he wanted him to use magick. But almost all the creatures he sent after Keiran did carry weapons of some sort--everything from assorted blades, scythes, axes, and maces, to quarterstaffs and clubs. It had become simple enough for Keiran to relieve the creatures of any weaponry he might find useful after he'd slain them. He'd managed to procure the occasional blanket and pouch of food as well.

"This is it," Keiran said, holding back several thick, prickly branches to reveal the opening.

Though they had to bend down to go through the entrance, once inside, the cave widened up and out and was big enough not only to stand in upright, but to easily accommodate two men, Keiran's backup weapons, and have some room to move around or even fully stretch out on the floor to sleep. Though this wasn't his actual body, Keiran found he still had to eat, drink, and sleep in order to survive here.

There was room for a fire pit on the floor as well, but he hadn't ever dared light a blaze for fear it would reveal his hideaway, which, thankfully, none of Moh'dredion's dream minions had discovered yet. He'd been able to cope without a fire for cooking, surviving mostly by foraging in the woods. And though it wasn't warm here, it was never quite cold either. In spite of the violent storms Death loved to throw at Keiran, the temperature remained moderate day and night. Almost as if, living in his deep underground cavern where he himself had little exposure to the changing of seasons, night and day, and fluctuating temperature, Moh'dredion didn't realize his dream world climate should be any other way.

Once they were inside, Gaige turned and held a palm up to the opening--Keiran knew he was about to put a protective screen over the entrance to hide it and them.

He placed a hand on Gaige's arm. "No magic."

When Gaige looked at him in confusion, Keiran said, "We can't use magick here. I mean, we can use it, but I don't. I won't. And while you're here, you can't either. It's what Moh'dredion wants. He feeds off it. Draegan magick makes his power strong.

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