Название: Silver's Lure
Автор: Anne Kelleher
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Приключения: прочее
isbn: 9781408976333
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SILVER’S LURE
ANNE KELLEHER
For Donny.
Glossary of People and Places
Meeve—High Queen of Brynhyvar, Queen of Mochmorna
Briecru—her Chief Cowherd
Morla—Meeve’s twenty-seven-year-old daughter, Deirdre’s twin sister
Bran—Meeve’s fifteen-year-old son
Lochlan—Meeve’s First Knight, head of the Fiachna
Connla—Meeve’s older sister and Arch Druid (Ard-Cailleach) of all Brynhyvar
Catrione—druid and daughter of Fengus, King of Allovale
Deirdre—Meeve’s other daughter, druid
Cwynn—Meeve’s son, raised by his grandfather
Auberon—King of Faerie
Finnavar—Auberon’s mother
Loriana—Auberon’s daughter
Tatiana—Loriana’s friend
Timias/Tiermuid—Auberon’s foster brother
Macha—the Goblin Queen
Brynhyvar—the Shadowlands, inhabited by mortals and trixies, call khouri-keen by themselves and gremlins by the sidhe
Ardagh—central point in Brynhyvar
Mochmorna, Allovale, Gar and Marraghmourn—four main provinces of Brynhyvar
Lacquilea—country to the south of Brynhyvar
Eaven Morna—Meeve’s principal residence
Eaven Avellach—Fengus’s principal residence
Dalraida, Pentland—territories lying within Mochmorna and Gar, respectively
Far Nearing—peninsula on the eastern shore of Brynhyvar
White Birch Grove—druidhouse where Catrione and Deirdre live
Faerie, TirNa’lugh or the Other World—otherworldly country bound to Brynhyvar, inhabited by sidhe and goblins
Contents
Before
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Afterward
BEFORE
Below
At the bottom of the World, the Hag crouched on the jagged stone lip of her fire pit. Her face was washed with an orange glow by the crackling flames. Her breath whistled between the gaps in her teeth as she chanted, “Now the fire’s nice and hot, now’s the time to stir the pot. Take the changeling, toss it in, stir it hard and watch it spin.” She cackled softly in anticipation. Her claws skittered across the surface of the milky moonstone globe she cradled in the crook of one arm like an infant. “Make the water into stew, season it with something new, hair and bone and blood and skin, once we put the changeling in, boil brew and fire burn and dark to light will then return…” Her voice trailed off, but her words continued to echo off the lichen-lit vault above her.
She was waiting for Herne to bring her the changeling whose birth had turned her from Mother into Hag. The birth of her first offspring, the goblins, had turned her from Maiden into Mother. Mortals and sidhe had followed, but it was the last birth that signaled a turning of the Wheel in the Worlds above. The mortals, bless them, would react like ants dispossessed of their hill, the sidhe—who alone would know what was happening—would shake their heads at the mortals’ antics and the khouri-keen would burrow deep into their dens beneath the surface, only emerging when all was renewed. But the goblins—they would see it as the opportunity it was.
“And why shouldn’t they?” she whispered as she worked. Of all her children, she had come to love them best. They were the easiest to satisfy.
She hawked and spat onto the moonstone, and images of the dark, dirt-lined cave swirled through its milky surface. In it, she saw Herne’s fire-lit face as he bent over her mountainous belly, and for a moment, she was Mother once again, back in the birth chamber, red skin flushed and wet with sweat, body wracked with birth pangs. They’d both known this infant would be their last in this particular incarnation of reality.
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