Sorceress of Faith. Robin D. Owens
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Название: Sorceress of Faith
Автор: Robin D. Owens
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Героическая фантастика
isbn: 9781408976272
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There wasn’t anything Marian could say. She stared at the tiny glow of the fence posts and boundary line. So fragile to keep a land safe. Magic and muscle, physical courage and a willingness to fight were the only weapons being used to defend Lladrana now.
“It sounds to me,” Marian said carefully, “as if the Lladranans are missing a lot of knowledge.”
Nodding approvingly, Alexa said, “That’s right. They’d depended on the boundary for centuries, killing the monsters as they straggled over or through weak points. The Lladranans didn’t find their enemy, learn its flaws, formulate a plan to defeat it, or destroy the threat once and for all.”
Marian closed her eyes. “That’s exactly what must be done.”
“Yup,” Alexa said with an exaggerated Western twang. She stood and brushed off the seat of her pants, but since the leather looked as if it would deflect an oil well, no dust or grass had stuck to her. Old habits, Marian mused. No matter that she’d become integrated into Lladranan society, much of Alexa would always be pure Earthling.
She held out a hand to Marian. Marian put hers in it, her fingers far larger than Alexa’s. With a smooth pull, the smaller woman drew Marian easily to her feet.
“Um, Marian.” Alexa colored.
“Yes?”
“I think it would be good for both of us if we—uh—had a closer connection so we could call each other mentally if need be, for instance.”
“A blood-bond? Like I have with Bossgond?”
“Yes.”
“About that bond with Bossgond. Do you think it was the wrong thing to do?”
Alexa shrugged. When she met Marian’s eyes, hers were serious. “I’ve relied heavily on my instincts here. I think it might serve you well to do the same. After all, the Song sought you out, so you have what is needed to mesh with the Tower, to stay here on Amee.”
She lifted her hand before Marian could speak. “I know, I know, you need to get back to your brother, but I have the feeling that the Song—that’s fate, God, Goddess, whatever—doesn’t make mistakes, and it chose you.” She hesitated. “Be careful of the Singer—the oracle—though. She’s a sneaky old witch.”
Apparently having said all she was going to on the matter, Alexa withdrew a wicked-looking dagger from her boot. She turned over her left wrist and nicked the vein, then glanced at Marian. “You ready?”
No. But she held out her arm anyway.
Alexa was quick and careful. The knife had little bite. Marian watched blood well from her wrist. Alexa took Marian’s arm and held it against hers.
A wash of visions flowed from Alexa to Marian—recent ones of battles on Lladrana that caused Marian to sway in horror, but mercifully they flashed by.
There was Alexa hearing the same gong and chimes and chant as had Marian. A lovely blond woman dancing in the sunlight down Denver’s 16th Street Mall. Graduation from law school. Classrooms. Alexa growing younger in a series of foster homes. Each picture brought a spurt of emotions—terror…grief…triumph…resignation.
Marian’s sight dimmed. Her knees collapsed and she was on the ground again. She flung out her left hand and it hit Alexa’s rib cage.
“Oomph!” Alexa protested.
“Sorry,” Marian said weakly.
“No problemo.” Alexa sounded as dazed as Marian herself. “Didn’t expect this to be so strong. I saw your brother, Andrew. You love him very much.”
“Yes.”
“Your mother would never take care of him.”
“No.”
Alexa sighed. “Can you see yet?”
Marian blinked. Everything was cloud-thick gray. “No.”
“Neither can I. Guess since we’re not doing anything, I’ll tell you about the Snap.”
“That would be good.”
“The Snap is when Mother Earth calls you back—”
“I’ve lost my connection with Mother Earth.” To her horror, Marian’s voice rose.
“Well, I never knew I had a connection until I got here,” Alexa said. “I thought I’d lost it, too, but it did pull me back. I’m sure somewhere you still have a link to our home planet.”
“Go on.”
“It’s hard to describe—a pull. More, it’s a choice—stay or go. Like I said earlier, I was given visions of what my life might be if I went back, but I never actually left Lladrana. I could have, if I wished—just wished to be back, I guess. But by that time I’d made a life here. I had too much emotional commitment to Bastien and the Marshalls and Lladrana to leave Amee.”
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