Wildfire

Wildfire Wild Magic, Book 2 Jo Clayton 1992 His flesh was cold as stone . . . When she brushed her hand against Varney’s face, she shivered again. Despite the efforts of the wildings, his flesh was as cold as the stone. “It’s your doing I’m here, you know,” she mur-mured. “I’d have been safer riding alone.” She smiled, touched his hair, tenderness flooding her. It really wasn’t his fault that some murder-ous bezriggid got an itch for power. “Ah, well.” She thought of the water elementals popping their clear crystal heads from the muddy river, tried to tease out their essence and turn the feel to earth rather than water. For an eternity nothing happened. Then the wildings fled to the walls and ceil-ing. A moment later a vast finger of stone thrust up, turned and looked at her from glittering ob-sidian rounds. She didn’t hear words, heard no sound at all, but they were there in her head:

You call us from our sleep, beloved. What is your desire? She gasped, clutched at her head as pain lanced through it, then found herself able to speak in something that wasn’t exactly a lan-guage, more an intimation of emotion, a flow of image compressed into non-sound gestalts: My lover is bespelled, she seemed to say, I must go seek the speller, but I dare not leave him un-protected. Will you watch for me, keep him safe and warm?

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Blessings on Kevin Murphy, a man. of lovely, loopy wit who gave me the idea for the Wrystrike. shouted, “You’ll find the way, Honeychild, you’ll gather it bit by bit as you pass along the path of discovery. Seek Desantro’s kin. Look in the Sib-yl’s mirror, Honeychild, and follow what you see.”

Chapter 1. Opening Moves in Valdamaz 1. Poison On the morning of the vernal equinox—Parmain, the Day of Change, when the new year was born from the ashes of the old—the Augstadievon of Val-damaz was found murdered. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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