I was with Freya this evening when Simmah found me. She was in a low mood. Kara and George had gone out tonight, and Kara has been pestering Freya to do the same—“you need to get out more, Cobb, you’re becoming a weirdo. Sitting in your room and talking to yourself.” “That’s not exactly fair to Ace,” Freya replied mildly. “Ace doesn’t count. No offense,” Kara added to me. “None taken,” I replied. “I happen to agree with Kara. It…
Asoharith is back to her old tricks, creeping around the edges of our lives and trying to spoil them. I am pleased to report, however, that these tricks are not nearly as effective as they once were. I am getting ahead of myself. I only know this because with Freya’s help, I have managed to get a lock on the connection that was once between myself and Shannon. She has not finished her writing—not even close—but she managed to put…
George had a friend who passed away this week. Jesse lasted much longer than anyone expected he would—two years ago, doctors were giving him six months. Healers know better, of course, and Brid’s friend Firyal has done excellent work sustaining and protecting him all this time. But even miracles can only be stretched so far, and so today George went to Jesse’s funeral, and I went with him at his request. It was a hot day, with thunder growling in…
I am back on the hunt, but I have not been having much luck. All we have heard of Asoharith from Kasfe is that she has tried a few times her old trick of convincing the Fallen to make forays for her, and all unsuccessful. The word of what happened in the duel, and particularly what my friends did to Ivan-Turel and to Neige, has spread all through the lost lands, and no one will go near them. Just a…
Early this morning, Kara went for a walk on her own. I went with her, keeping myself invisible so as not to disturb her. There has been something on her mind and heart for the past several days, but I was uncertain whether it was something that she wanted to share, so I have simply tried to make myself available to her. It seems that what she wanted to discuss was not something she wanted to share with Freya and…
Well. This was unexpected. Freya, George, and Kara took a long weekend off as a way of recovering from their ordeal. It was meant also to be a celebration, but seeing as that was not quite the mood they were feeling, they canceled their beach trip in favor of staying a few days with Esther. Freya has been hesitant to accept her mother’s frequent invitations, worried about continually having to lie about how things have been since her “breakdown”. The…
When Perrine and Brid released me from heaven today, Freya was still at work, but her fingers froze on the keyboard when she sensed me in the room. Brid had been to see her personally to tell her how I was doing, but still she closed her eyes against a dizzying rush of relief. “Don’t mind me,” I teased her lightly. She gave me a look as she got up from her desk and closed the door. “You look like…
Anyone driving along that road to the west of Charlotte tonight would have felt that there was something wrong. Maybe they would have attributed it to the gray clouds flickering with light that didn’t come from the fireworks still being fired off by the locals. Maybe they would have blamed the strange quiet all around, or the faint chill in the air that had nothing to do with the temperature. Most likely they would have seen the two small crosses…