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would be from the exclusive and modern jetport at the
London City Airport to Riora’s ancient temple, hidden in an enchanted forest. The temple
had been built before humans began keeping their histories and was found only with secret
coordinates.
Kaderin might as well be going back in time, and yet she’d be traveling there in an
Augusta 109, the fastest and most richly appointed civilian helicopter in the world.
Regin sounded as if she were typing on a keyboard. “You know, the results of this Hie are
supposed to be posted in real time to the Net. Which is convenient, since you’ve never
sent word back to us about how you’re doing—even though we got you all those carrier
pigeons. By the way, I adored and named all of them, and you... you just tossed them.”
“Internet results will be interesting, and the birds, though beloved, preferred to be free.”
Pigeon drama. Scenes like that one reminded Kaderin why she worked alone.
7
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) A t sunset, Sebastian took a shower the only way he could in his castle—with melted
snow water caught in a cistern and piped freezing cold into a small tiled and drained room.
After that he dressed in new clothes. He shined his sword, sheathed it with a belt at his
hips, and sat on the edge of the bed, prepared to test his theory.
Everything depended on his success. I must find her to have her. His hand was damp
around the hilt of his sword.
Then he frowned. If this could work, he didn’t want to appear adversarial to her. He could
just see himself materializing at a family dinner—the overgrown vampire with the very big
sword. He unstrapped the belt, placed it aside, then sat once more.
This was all about sense detail. Focus. He concentrated on her for long moments. Wipe
everything from your mind but her...
Nothing. He lay back.
Imagine seeing her beautiful face once more. Her elfin features, the delicate chin and high
cheekbones, the way she’d gazed up at him with those smoldering hazel eyes.
He slowed his breathing. Recall how she felt beneath you. Her body was soft, giving, a
perfect fit to his.
The remembered scent of her hair and skin called him as sharply as a cry for him would.
He began tracing, feeling himself leaving the cold of his castle and moving toward warmth,
having no idea what he would find.
Temple of the Goddess Riora, Codru Forest , Moldova
Day 1 of the Twelfth Talisman’s Hie
The usual suspects, Kaderin thought with boredom. From her perch on a balcony rail, she
surveyed the assembly gathered below her in the gallery of Riora’s temple.
As with most temples, Riora’s sported the obligatory marble Palladian style, with dishes of
fire and candles to light it. Yet that’s where the similarity ended. Tucked deep within the
heart of the enchanted Codru Forest , it had lichen-covered oaks punching through the
walls or lying fallen inside. Roots buckled the heavy floor. The dome was a skylight with
glass cut into an intricate and patternless design.
“Order overcome, impossibility incarnate,” that was Riora’s motto. She was the goddess
of impossibility and exalted proving possible the impossible. Few knew this, though, and
she was coy, joking and spreading rumors. In the last fifty years, she’d come out as the
goddess of bowling couture.
Kaderin waited with hundreds of other competitors, because Riora was tardy again.
Nothing new there. To get her to be on time, Kaderin had been tempted at the last Hie to
declare it impossible for goddesses to be punctual. But then Riora would just have
declared that it was impossible for a Valkyrie to bathe in a vat of boiling oil for a decade.
To pass the time, Kaderin gazed down with disdain at the nymphs, making sure they saw
her contempt. She jerked her chin up at Lucindeya, the siren who had been her closest
competition at the last Hie. Lucindeya, or Cindey, was a violent,
London City Airport to Riora’s ancient temple, hidden in an enchanted forest. The temple
had been built before humans began keeping their histories and was found only with secret
coordinates.
Kaderin might as well be going back in time, and yet she’d be traveling there in an
Augusta 109, the fastest and most richly appointed civilian helicopter in the world.
Regin sounded as if she were typing on a keyboard. “You know, the results of this Hie are
supposed to be posted in real time to the Net. Which is convenient, since you’ve never
sent word back to us about how you’re doing—even though we got you all those carrier
pigeons. By the way, I adored and named all of them, and you... you just tossed them.”
“Internet results will be interesting, and the birds, though beloved, preferred to be free.”
Pigeon drama. Scenes like that one reminded Kaderin why she worked alone.
7
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) A t sunset, Sebastian took a shower the only way he could in his castle—with melted
snow water caught in a cistern and piped freezing cold into a small tiled and drained room.
After that he dressed in new clothes. He shined his sword, sheathed it with a belt at his
hips, and sat on the edge of the bed, prepared to test his theory.
Everything depended on his success. I must find her to have her. His hand was damp
around the hilt of his sword.
Then he frowned. If this could work, he didn’t want to appear adversarial to her. He could
just see himself materializing at a family dinner—the overgrown vampire with the very big
sword. He unstrapped the belt, placed it aside, then sat once more.
This was all about sense detail. Focus. He concentrated on her for long moments. Wipe
everything from your mind but her...
Nothing. He lay back.
Imagine seeing her beautiful face once more. Her elfin features, the delicate chin and high
cheekbones, the way she’d gazed up at him with those smoldering hazel eyes.
He slowed his breathing. Recall how she felt beneath you. Her body was soft, giving, a
perfect fit to his.
The remembered scent of her hair and skin called him as sharply as a cry for him would.
He began tracing, feeling himself leaving the cold of his castle and moving toward warmth,
having no idea what he would find.
Temple of the Goddess Riora, Codru Forest , Moldova
Day 1 of the Twelfth Talisman’s Hie
The usual suspects, Kaderin thought with boredom. From her perch on a balcony rail, she
surveyed the assembly gathered below her in the gallery of Riora’s temple.
As with most temples, Riora’s sported the obligatory marble Palladian style, with dishes of
fire and candles to light it. Yet that’s where the similarity ended. Tucked deep within the
heart of the enchanted Codru Forest , it had lichen-covered oaks punching through the
walls or lying fallen inside. Roots buckled the heavy floor. The dome was a skylight with
glass cut into an intricate and patternless design.
“Order overcome, impossibility incarnate,” that was Riora’s motto. She was the goddess
of impossibility and exalted proving possible the impossible. Few knew this, though, and
she was coy, joking and spreading rumors. In the last fifty years, she’d come out as the
goddess of bowling couture.
Kaderin waited with hundreds of other competitors, because Riora was tardy again.
Nothing new there. To get her to be on time, Kaderin had been tempted at the last Hie to
declare it impossible for goddesses to be punctual. But then Riora would just have
declared that it was impossible for a Valkyrie to bathe in a vat of boiling oil for a decade.
To pass the time, Kaderin gazed down with disdain at the nymphs, making sure they saw
her contempt. She jerked her chin up at Lucindeya, the siren who had been her closest
competition at the last Hie. Lucindeya, or Cindey, was a violent,
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