And on those ladders, and stairs, and landings, are Priests. Priests everywhere, walking around in long grey robes, either putting books back or reading books or taking books from the shelves. And here on the ground floor – where we are – there are desks everywhere, spread with books and scrolls and
Orion sighs harshly, closing his eyes and pressing the bridge of his nose between his fingers, clearly frustrated.“Whoa,” Laila breathes, looking around perhaps for the first time. “Such dedication and technology – this is far beyond anything we have at home. It’s incredible.”“Yeah, well,” Orion m
We spend hours in that damn library. Luckily, the Priests are very nice and bring us tea and snacks, always urging us to be careful around the precious scrolls but generally being very friendly. I look curiously after them during a little scone break, sipping from my mug of tea, thinking that these
“No!” the Priest nearly shouts, his voice wavering as he reaches for his scrolls, his hand finding my shoulder. “They are mine! You must not –“But as I stand his voice fades and the High Priest stares at me in shock. Rapidly, he blinks three or four times, his eyes clearing, a great veil seeming to
Orion snarls, more wolfish than he usually is, as we all appear in his living room suite and he hurls the stack of scrolls onto his coffee table. “I don’t get it!”He storms away to the very small marble bar built into the corner of the room and begins to pour himself a big glass of whiskey as Laila
“What!?” I snap, sitting up straight and glaring at him. “We so do not!”“Oh, I think we got our confirmation tonight, June,” Anton says, giving me a sad little half-smile as he lifts a hand and runs it over my hair. “Little Miss Hair Like Sun Veiled in Darkness. Little Miss Countermeasure.”I scowl
“I still don’t think this is a good use of our time,” I grumble the next morning as Orion brews coffee at his little bar in the corner. All four of us slept here after spending the evening continuing to go through the prophecies, which got blurrier and blurrier as the evening passed. Probably becaus
I just scowl, looking down into my drink, my wolf turning an anxious circle in my soul.Fifteen minutes later we appear in the Deadlands, Laila and Orion holding my hands and Anton standing steadily behind me. I glance back to see that his face is more serious than it’s been all morning, like he’s f