The Herald Of Autumn (Echoes Of The Untold Age Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
In near total darkness, lit only by the flashes of lightning, I cast about in the small clearing for that particularly well-made fetish. Here. I reached for it, plucking the leather from the muddy earth. It was so small. Ordinary. I turned the pouch over in my hand, feeling the siren’s call of home and safety still spinning forth from it. It hit me right behind my heart after feeling Jillian slip away into sleep. I had been fooling myself. When I first found it, I wondered who had crafted such a glam-filled trinket, a natural response. I was no longer used to thinking of others of my kind. With no spider-filled corpse lumbering in my steps, the truth became obvious. Only the Old Man could have crafted a Dreaming such as this. As my kindred slept, no others as strong as he or I would be anywhere near. It was crafted just for me, designed to strike the weakest point of my heart. The Old Man had placed this strange little talis out here for a reason. He must not want me to be in this part of the wood.
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