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.Higher pitched -- a doubling of the harmony.Her recognition of thesound was split in time: near and far.and much further away again.Altasimic.she heard the word in the one-two beat of the drums, it was whispered beneaththe words.Ulanda blinked and the cords binding the knife handle were green, a darkgreen, like the leaves of an evergreen tree seen an hour past sunset.Then white.No, they were opal; it was the darkness of the green they had changed from thattricked her.The shimmer of the silk was a paler image of mother of pearl.The small man hesitated rather than moved at the proper beat, his cheekspuffed out as he frowned.But he did move finally, a step behind the proper, his hand stretched out to take the knife.The cords were blood red again.They had dressed him in the vass’lt robe after all.She was confused, distracted by the feel of hands on her wrists, and the warmth of bodies next to her.Achange in the pattern pull -- that’s what it had to be.Or was she confused? Niv?Why had she asked about him.her Initiation? Were days missing in her life?Years? The slick cold of the cuffs against her wrists shattered her thoughts.or the thoughts created and forced on her.She tried to turn her head to see the Overpriest but could only move slowly asthough the air were thick or she had lost all her strength.But knew he would hear her if he wished, whether she spoke or not, or looked or not.She took a breath.How real was this? Real enough to die in? A part of her said yes.And that feltfamiliar too.Laurel Hickeywww.2morrow.bc.caEye of the Ocean – Book 1: Ri“Has this happened before?” she whispered, looking over top of the bowedhead of the man holding her.A blond head, the cords woven into his hair denoted rank and reason for being here.“Will what happens here be real?”“Not real,” the Overpriest said back to her, looking up to meet her eyes withhis even darker ones half hidden in the folds of flesh on his round face.“Notunreal.Something else, I think.” He laughed.Torchlight flickered in the thick mat of hair on his chest and his legs, red jumping in the glossy black curls and licking the ebony skin.He wore a short white skirt, low to his rounded belly, not the robe she almost remembered.“Niv was here,” she said clearly.That particular memory flickered morestrongly.She had other memories to work with and thought that here, in thisplace, she could work them, whereas at the top of the steps, the same memorieshad remained stubbornly confined to her mind.“Niv was here,” she repeated, but this time, the words were only to supporther vision.He was here.Through the music, she heard his footsteps.No, the door had to open first.Did the torches flicker in the sudden breeze? He moved like the music, that was the same, and she felt her body start in the same rhythm asthough she were entering into the growing sense of the Initiation.Sarkalt smiled a broad grin.Then to the Warder of the Spiral, he said, “TheWhi’talt overbeat.” The woman made a deep bow to him.A moment later, thechant and drumming changed, strengthening the weaving.She changed to match it -- so easily, she knew this, all of a sudden the beatwas her heart, the chanting, her breath.Niv.She had his scent now, coming to her with the resin of the torches.Hishands had the same heat.His passion could flare and burn.And smoke.Shetasted him in her mouth, she spoke him.“He was standing by now, not kneeling.He danced to the drums more gracefully than I managed.”She didn’t know if Sarkalt heard, or cared if he did.His grin didn’t fade, buther attention wasn’t so much on him as on the air.An outline.Blue and white.Dark blue in the firelight, a burning blue as his scales reflected the heart of the flame.He was the dance and the dance had changed again from what theOverpriest had made it, even from what she had heard in the music.Her soul.The vass’lt had the knife; he waved it in the air before him, his mouth open.He didn’t appear to see Niv and Ulanda renewed her attempt to concentrate Nivinto existence.That she had succeeded even a little, told her that she couldentirely, the effort it took pushing away any question of how or why she could do it.“I remember.” She spoke the words to Niv as though starting a chant.“Onthe stairs.The feel of the wool cloak warmed by your body.Your hands cuppingmy face.how cold my skin was.” She shivered, but not with the cold.He hadbeen cautious.Cam-claws retracted.She hadn’t wanted caution then, didn’t now.Laurel Hickeywww.2morrow.bc.caEye of the Ocean – Book 1: RiShe threw her head back, wishing she could let the real memory becomesubject to fantasy but it was the wrong time and place to test an ability that had to be impossible by anything she understood of the Unity.Memory was possibleand her memory went back further, or further as this strange reality counted it.What would you do.?Ulanda shook the words away.She knew what to do.Around her, thetorchlight had doubled.Now and then.Or, now and now.Niv had blood on histeeth, his mouth dripped.A man on the stone flagging, his white robe crimsonsoaked.A different man, a heavy man.she knew him too, she thought.butthat couldn’t matter.What mattered was Niv.Niv turned -- he was here -- his breath was a loud hiss, the sound grew rapidlyuntil it was a scream.The drumbeat shattered in her ears.Someone elsescreamed, then she realized it was her.Then.Not now [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Higher pitched -- a doubling of the harmony.Her recognition of thesound was split in time: near and far.and much further away again.Altasimic.she heard the word in the one-two beat of the drums, it was whispered beneaththe words.Ulanda blinked and the cords binding the knife handle were green, a darkgreen, like the leaves of an evergreen tree seen an hour past sunset.Then white.No, they were opal; it was the darkness of the green they had changed from thattricked her.The shimmer of the silk was a paler image of mother of pearl.The small man hesitated rather than moved at the proper beat, his cheekspuffed out as he frowned.But he did move finally, a step behind the proper, his hand stretched out to take the knife.The cords were blood red again.They had dressed him in the vass’lt robe after all.She was confused, distracted by the feel of hands on her wrists, and the warmth of bodies next to her.Achange in the pattern pull -- that’s what it had to be.Or was she confused? Niv?Why had she asked about him.her Initiation? Were days missing in her life?Years? The slick cold of the cuffs against her wrists shattered her thoughts.or the thoughts created and forced on her.She tried to turn her head to see the Overpriest but could only move slowly asthough the air were thick or she had lost all her strength.But knew he would hear her if he wished, whether she spoke or not, or looked or not.She took a breath.How real was this? Real enough to die in? A part of her said yes.And that feltfamiliar too.Laurel Hickeywww.2morrow.bc.caEye of the Ocean – Book 1: Ri“Has this happened before?” she whispered, looking over top of the bowedhead of the man holding her.A blond head, the cords woven into his hair denoted rank and reason for being here.“Will what happens here be real?”“Not real,” the Overpriest said back to her, looking up to meet her eyes withhis even darker ones half hidden in the folds of flesh on his round face.“Notunreal.Something else, I think.” He laughed.Torchlight flickered in the thick mat of hair on his chest and his legs, red jumping in the glossy black curls and licking the ebony skin.He wore a short white skirt, low to his rounded belly, not the robe she almost remembered.“Niv was here,” she said clearly.That particular memory flickered morestrongly.She had other memories to work with and thought that here, in thisplace, she could work them, whereas at the top of the steps, the same memorieshad remained stubbornly confined to her mind.“Niv was here,” she repeated, but this time, the words were only to supporther vision.He was here.Through the music, she heard his footsteps.No, the door had to open first.Did the torches flicker in the sudden breeze? He moved like the music, that was the same, and she felt her body start in the same rhythm asthough she were entering into the growing sense of the Initiation.Sarkalt smiled a broad grin.Then to the Warder of the Spiral, he said, “TheWhi’talt overbeat.” The woman made a deep bow to him.A moment later, thechant and drumming changed, strengthening the weaving.She changed to match it -- so easily, she knew this, all of a sudden the beatwas her heart, the chanting, her breath.Niv.She had his scent now, coming to her with the resin of the torches.Hishands had the same heat.His passion could flare and burn.And smoke.Shetasted him in her mouth, she spoke him.“He was standing by now, not kneeling.He danced to the drums more gracefully than I managed.”She didn’t know if Sarkalt heard, or cared if he did.His grin didn’t fade, buther attention wasn’t so much on him as on the air.An outline.Blue and white.Dark blue in the firelight, a burning blue as his scales reflected the heart of the flame.He was the dance and the dance had changed again from what theOverpriest had made it, even from what she had heard in the music.Her soul.The vass’lt had the knife; he waved it in the air before him, his mouth open.He didn’t appear to see Niv and Ulanda renewed her attempt to concentrate Nivinto existence.That she had succeeded even a little, told her that she couldentirely, the effort it took pushing away any question of how or why she could do it.“I remember.” She spoke the words to Niv as though starting a chant.“Onthe stairs.The feel of the wool cloak warmed by your body.Your hands cuppingmy face.how cold my skin was.” She shivered, but not with the cold.He hadbeen cautious.Cam-claws retracted.She hadn’t wanted caution then, didn’t now.Laurel Hickeywww.2morrow.bc.caEye of the Ocean – Book 1: RiShe threw her head back, wishing she could let the real memory becomesubject to fantasy but it was the wrong time and place to test an ability that had to be impossible by anything she understood of the Unity.Memory was possibleand her memory went back further, or further as this strange reality counted it.What would you do.?Ulanda shook the words away.She knew what to do.Around her, thetorchlight had doubled.Now and then.Or, now and now.Niv had blood on histeeth, his mouth dripped.A man on the stone flagging, his white robe crimsonsoaked.A different man, a heavy man.she knew him too, she thought.butthat couldn’t matter.What mattered was Niv.Niv turned -- he was here -- his breath was a loud hiss, the sound grew rapidlyuntil it was a scream.The drumbeat shattered in her ears.Someone elsescreamed, then she realized it was her.Then.Not now [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]