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steel on steel rang through the air.
Her thoughts fogged and she fought to clear them.
Images assaulted her, jumbling together. Faces jumped in and out of her mind.
“ Open your eyes, Brina!”
When Brina managed to peel back her eyelids, a woman five or ten years older than her stood over her. Glowing blonde hair fell to her waist, then lifted an inch off her shoulders.
She was ranting about something. Her hair flew out around her head, moving frenetically.
Brina clamped her hands over her ears. If that bitch did not shut up, she was going to call up a sword and shut her up.
Wait. I can do that, right?
She chased that thought, but it vanished into the ether.
Brina shoved up to a sitting position, and thankfully, the maniac stopped shouting. Instead the woman asked, “Where is Tzader, and what has he been telling you?”
Brina said, “Who the bloody hell are you, and what’s your problem?”
A whispered “Uh-oh,” drew Brina’s gaze to an adorable young woman with bouncy blonde curls. Who was she? Brina concentrated hard then snapped her fingers. “Lanna, right?”
Lanna gave her a weak smile and said, “Yes, but do not yell at Macha. She is goddess.”
Brina’s gaze went to the crazy woman. Goddess, huh?
Macha’s hazel-green eyes flamed into bright orbs.
Chapter 6
With Brina gone from the dream world, Tzader faced the threat striding boldly across the private clearing. No one should be privy to this place in the dream world except him and Brina.
Who was this guy?
A warrior. There could be no doubt of that by the way he carried himself. Plus, he held a sword that required serious muscle to swing. He wore a billowy white shirt that had seen a few battles and a weathered leather vest, both of which covered obvious slabs of muscle. The sleeves of his shirt had been rolled to his elbows, and his pants, a faded black material, were stuffed into tall boots.
He looked like a warrior plucked from the past.
Those forearms were capable of cleaving a body in half diagonally with that sword and not slowing his swing as he did it.
He didn’t appear to be in a hurry, but moved with an easy confidence as he closed the fifty-foot distance.
Just what I don’t need in the middle of this mess with Brina. Worrying about her returning here and meeting some stranger. Her hallucinations were bad enough.
Had Lanna’s spell taken hold before Brina left, even though Tzader hadn’t finished the chant? Maybe Brina would at least retain the memories she’d grasped while here.
He shoved that aside. The sooner he dealt with this guy, the faster he’d return to Brina. Hopefully before Macha pushed her for answers.
Lanna’s warning about actions having real consequences during dream walking kept harping in the back of Tzader’s mind. Was this warrior also immortal? He’d like to have an instruction manual for the dream realm. Even without reading the fine print, he’d bet a fight to the death would mean just that based on what little he’d learned since visiting so often.
When the guy was twenty strides away, Tzader motioned with his sword to hold up. “Who are you?”
“You may call me Ceartas,” he said, slowing, and yet still moving forward.
Ceartas was not a familiar name. In Irish, the word translated to justice . Maybe this guy’s mind was out of whack in the dream world.
That brought up a new concern.
Could dream walking be causing Brina’s issues to worsen?
Another thing Tzader would have to investigate later when he wasn’t busy trying to get out of here alive.
Ceartas swung his sword back and forth in one hand, clearly warming up his muscles, and finally stopped. He had four inches on Tzader and maybe another thirty pounds of muscle, which was impressive since Tzader could bench press four hundred pounds.
This must be my day to get in sword practice. Tzader didn’t need to warm up. He was still loose from his earlier skirmish with Brina. That’d been the first time he’d
Her thoughts fogged and she fought to clear them.
Images assaulted her, jumbling together. Faces jumped in and out of her mind.
“ Open your eyes, Brina!”
When Brina managed to peel back her eyelids, a woman five or ten years older than her stood over her. Glowing blonde hair fell to her waist, then lifted an inch off her shoulders.
She was ranting about something. Her hair flew out around her head, moving frenetically.
Brina clamped her hands over her ears. If that bitch did not shut up, she was going to call up a sword and shut her up.
Wait. I can do that, right?
She chased that thought, but it vanished into the ether.
Brina shoved up to a sitting position, and thankfully, the maniac stopped shouting. Instead the woman asked, “Where is Tzader, and what has he been telling you?”
Brina said, “Who the bloody hell are you, and what’s your problem?”
A whispered “Uh-oh,” drew Brina’s gaze to an adorable young woman with bouncy blonde curls. Who was she? Brina concentrated hard then snapped her fingers. “Lanna, right?”
Lanna gave her a weak smile and said, “Yes, but do not yell at Macha. She is goddess.”
Brina’s gaze went to the crazy woman. Goddess, huh?
Macha’s hazel-green eyes flamed into bright orbs.
Chapter 6
With Brina gone from the dream world, Tzader faced the threat striding boldly across the private clearing. No one should be privy to this place in the dream world except him and Brina.
Who was this guy?
A warrior. There could be no doubt of that by the way he carried himself. Plus, he held a sword that required serious muscle to swing. He wore a billowy white shirt that had seen a few battles and a weathered leather vest, both of which covered obvious slabs of muscle. The sleeves of his shirt had been rolled to his elbows, and his pants, a faded black material, were stuffed into tall boots.
He looked like a warrior plucked from the past.
Those forearms were capable of cleaving a body in half diagonally with that sword and not slowing his swing as he did it.
He didn’t appear to be in a hurry, but moved with an easy confidence as he closed the fifty-foot distance.
Just what I don’t need in the middle of this mess with Brina. Worrying about her returning here and meeting some stranger. Her hallucinations were bad enough.
Had Lanna’s spell taken hold before Brina left, even though Tzader hadn’t finished the chant? Maybe Brina would at least retain the memories she’d grasped while here.
He shoved that aside. The sooner he dealt with this guy, the faster he’d return to Brina. Hopefully before Macha pushed her for answers.
Lanna’s warning about actions having real consequences during dream walking kept harping in the back of Tzader’s mind. Was this warrior also immortal? He’d like to have an instruction manual for the dream realm. Even without reading the fine print, he’d bet a fight to the death would mean just that based on what little he’d learned since visiting so often.
When the guy was twenty strides away, Tzader motioned with his sword to hold up. “Who are you?”
“You may call me Ceartas,” he said, slowing, and yet still moving forward.
Ceartas was not a familiar name. In Irish, the word translated to justice . Maybe this guy’s mind was out of whack in the dream world.
That brought up a new concern.
Could dream walking be causing Brina’s issues to worsen?
Another thing Tzader would have to investigate later when he wasn’t busy trying to get out of here alive.
Ceartas swung his sword back and forth in one hand, clearly warming up his muscles, and finally stopped. He had four inches on Tzader and maybe another thirty pounds of muscle, which was impressive since Tzader could bench press four hundred pounds.
This must be my day to get in sword practice. Tzader didn’t need to warm up. He was still loose from his earlier skirmish with Brina. That’d been the first time he’d
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