The excitement builds as the release
of
Kriki's Gift, Book Two of the Geometry
of Power
draws near.
Darrine
had unconsciously sunk into a state of gray depression. Her mind was filled
with doubts, feelings that she was too old to have any use or purpose remaining
in life. It didn't matter that she'd been placed in a position where she was
likely to meet her doom. She was expendable and everyone knew it - that was
everybody except for herself. She was an old and foolish woman who had
deceived herself into believing that she still had value.
Darrine
heard the voices at the rear of the column rising in a shouted repetition of
the Queen's chant and felt the strange sense of apathy lift from her mind. In
an instant, her thoughts cleared and she understood that the unfamiliar
lethargy was not of her own making. Anger replaced the doubt for she was
outraged that she'd succumbed so easily to the Valkea's illusions. The bitch
wasn't going to be able to do that again!
Turning,
she looked at Trooper Kulm and finally realized that he'd long ago stopped
singing his romantic ballads to the decoy Lady Carra in the wagon. She watched
him shake himself like a wet dog. "What in the name of the Spirit was I
thinking?" he muttered in disgust.
Darrine
started to speak to him to let him know that he wasn't alone in being
victimized by the Valkea's deception, but her horse staggered as three arrows
pierced deeply into the mare's flesh, one severing an artery in her neck.
Darrine barely got her feet free of the stirrups before the bay collapsed to
the ground.
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