The Secret: Irin Chronicles Book Three - Plot & Excerpts
Cobbled walkways under his feet as he strode the paths his ancestors had followed. Sun-warmed stone and the smell of the river in his nose. The familiar streets were a comforting respite from the tumult of his waking hours. Ava reached out and took his hand. “Where are we?” “When,” he said, taking a deep breath and pulling her to his side. The heady scent of the spice market teased his senses. “When are we? These are my memories, canım. This is Constantinople when I was young.” Malachi heard the echo of horses clopping on the streets and vendors calling to bargain, but they were alone in the streets of the city he’d loved as a young man. The city where he’d met her. “We’re dreaming,” Ava said, her face spreading into a smile. “We’re in your dream instead of mine.” “I suppose so.” “I like it.” She ran her fingers along the carvings of a wall as they passed, and Malachi could see the ancient words rise beneath her fingers like shadows reaching for long-dead eyes.
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