A Blackbird In Darkness (Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Across the River ‘No. Medrian...’ Calorn whispered, the last of her breath trickling from her. Her body was a mass of pain, ribs bruised, spine aching with the bear’s weight, its claws four deadly points of pain across her back. And worse was the terrible illusion that Medrian was towering above her in the night sky, black and demon-silver like some ancient deity laughing with infinite malice. The night seemed as soft and rank as the Dark Regions, while the glowing flecks from the fire became the red eyes of imps, dancing with glee at her death. Suddenly it was over. There was a flurry of fire in the air; sparks and ash swirling together, and she felt the bear lurch backwards and away from her. Relieved of its weight, she struggled to stand up, trembling violently and gasping. Medrian was standing in front of her, wielding the brand with which she had forced the bear off. She was small, human, ordinary. Calorn stared at her for a moment, shaking her head.
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