Season of Glory by Lisa Tawn Bergren

Season of Glory by Lisa Tawn Bergren

Author:Lisa Tawn Bergren
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Blink
Published: 2016-01-31T16:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER

25

ANDRIANA

The storm was still swirling overhead. I could smell the mingled aroma of rain and lightning on the wind, but no rain fell. The winds were fierce, though, threatening at times to tear Keallach and me apart and making it hard to breathe. Clearly, Kapriel was using it as a weapon against those who closed in on the Ailith at the outcropping, sending gales in every direction. When I fell for the third time, Keallach grabbed hold of me and pulled me close, shouting in my ear. “It’s no use! We can’t get to them this way! We have to go around!”

I nodded and followed him, glad to be able to take a breath when we gained some distance. “Can you get me to Ronan, at least?” I asked. “He’ll endanger himself looking for me.”

Keallach hesitated. “Do you sense that, over there where they are? That’s them, isn’t it?”

I turned and looked over my shoulder. I still could only see a pearlescent landscape, a blank page, with no bodies—angelic or demonic—in view. But that wasn’t what he meant. He meant I could sense the Ailith, as he could too. And he was right. In one direction was a fierce concentration of them—likely Kapriel and the rest—and in the other was likely Ronan, Niero, and Chaza’el. The trouble was that there were also strong numbers of our adversaries in both directions.

“I know that you came out here to fight,” Keallach said, pushing hair back from my face.

I stiffened at his touch, and he dropped his hand.

“But Ronan would want you safe. And to trudge into either of those battles would do nothing but endanger you. You bear a weakness in feeling everyone’s emotions as your own—you’ve learned to deal with that. But are you really ready to go in blind?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered, utterly confused as to what was wise.

Just thinking about nearing our enemies felt foolish and paralyzing. I’d come so close to being killed in the woods. If it hadn’t been for Keallach . . .

“You’re trembling,” he said, his voice tender. Compassion swirled through him, and sensing that in him made me want to cry. “Come here,” he said, pulling me close.

I entered the circle of his arms reluctantly, stiffly, but gradually relaxed. He stood with his back to the full force of the wind, and we leaned against a tree. Protected on two sides, I felt the first measure of hope I’d felt in some time.

“Are you cold?” he asked, rubbing my back a little.

“No,” I said, pulling a little away and rubbing my eyes. “It’s only this blindness. It’s terrifying.” I turned and looked outward, willing my vision to return, praying that the Maker would restore it.

I can’t fight without sight, Maker.

You are blind? Raniero’s voice cut into my mind like a burst of sunlight entering a dark cave. I’d forgotten! Since the accident, I’d forgotten one of the best tools the Maker had given us—this means to communicate.

You have what you need within you, Andriana.



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