The Wanderer's Mark: Book Three Of Imirillia (The Books Of Imirillia 3) - Plot & Excerpts
It was a deep sleep—endlessly falling into the layers of her mind—and she felt, if she chose, she could be lost to it forever. Part of Eleanor would not have cared; she was so weary. Her dreams were the texture of the desert, the gold and heat, and sometimes, she could almost feel the touch of her Imirillian prince. When Eleanor woke, Aedon was sitting at her bedside, reading a dispatch. The indescribable comfort of this private room—in whatever farmhouse Aedon had found—caused her to lie quiet. She watched him without speaking, noting his familiar expression, and the customary mannerisms of Aedon in concentration. Eleanor smiled. And, as if Aedon could hear the sound of it, he looked up and met her eyes. “You’re awake.” “Yes,” Eleanor said. She cleared her throat and began to cough. Aedon waited patiently and offered her some water, which she took gladly. Try as he might, Aedon could not ease the worry from his eyes.
What do You think about The Wanderer's Mark: Book Three Of Imirillia (The Books Of Imirillia 3)?
