seem to be growing with every sunrise, and when the Gypsy
kin are captured by an elusive enemy, they fear they will die. There is
though, as they gather allies from unexpected places. But can they
enough to live out the Prophecies?
The ledge dropped sharply into
the canyon below as
the full moon rose above the cliffs and created shadows against the
landscape. Adelsik wedged her otherself between a boulder and a massive
tree to keep from falling, her back pressed against wet dirt. Rancid
smells from nearby putrid root plants caused her to gag, so she
envisioned a scarf, and when it appeared, carefully tied it around her
nose and mouth. If that didn’t keep her stomach under control, she
would secure yet another across her face. It worked and the smell no
longer made her gut heave. Distant howls filled the stagnant night air
and she shivered. More illusions to frighten her, make her submit.
This isn’t real. It’s just the Netherworld. I’m
The ground gave a sudden shake and she lost her
footing. One hand managed to grip a large branch that cut into her
otherself’s skin, and she struggled to keep from plunging into the
canyon below. She still harnessed the Energy from previous attempts at
changing this nightmare the stranger had created and put all her fear
and strength into altering the landscape once again.
Book 3 - City of Gods
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