The Splintered Eye (The War Of Memory Cycle) - Plot & Excerpts
It was just as well. Though he had managed to unclench his fists, he still felt like he was wading through a troubled sea, tension and frustration dragging at him with every step. At least for the moment no voices plagued him—no Guardian, no friends, no faint persistent whispers from his past. Just the wordless grumble of his temper seeking an outlet. Now and then he slashed at the brush with a stick he had broken off a young tree, but that was little release. In their trek from the clearing, the forest around them had slowly reverted to winter-bare, the leaves first burning with autumn colors then thickening the ground beneath them, then disintegrating to mulch on the bracken-filled earth. It was like striding rapidly through time, and it unnerved Cob—not from the increasing chill of the air but from the power it must take to preserve summer in the forest’s center. With every step, he felt the tingling recede, but knew it would not be fully gone until he was free of the trees.
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