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pool.
It was situated behind the giant’s throne in their sacred cave, and
when the tide was high, it replenished the pool with fresh
seawater.
The women were silent, waiting
for information to manifest before their eyes. The only sound was
the insistent tone of a brass spirit-bowl, which Lissie held in her
lap. She made it resonate by stroking its inner surface in circling
motions, using a pointed wooden stick. Its eerie note eclipsed even
the echoes of the sea. All concentrated hard upon the flat, dark
surface of the water.
Several days had passed since
the oracle had delivered his prophecy. Meggie had allowed this
knowledge to settle within their minds before making further
attempts to discover more. Delmar was not present this evening. He
had fulfilled his function; the rest was up to the women.
Meggie’s eyes began to water,
and her vision dimmed from the edges inwards: a black fog
surrounding her, until all that she could see was the black glitter
of the water. The tone of the spirit bowl filled her whole being,
and the surface of the pool began to swirl. She saw colours,
fragmented images. ‘Lady Seference, reveal to us the Fallen One.’
She had no doubt that her companions were also beginning to see
shapes forming upon the surface of the pool. The images flared and
died. Some were quite definite, others vague. Certain images
clearly had nothing whatsoever to do with the work in hand, and
were mere psychic intrusions.
Meggie saw Shemyaza’s shining
face, and the diffuse but penetrating glow of his startlingly blue
eyes. She had to force herself not to look away. Even to someone as
old as she was, he stirred a tide of lust and longing within the
body. She saw figures hovering around him, and even began to
determine names: Daniel — that was prominent, then Emma, Lily, and
even the other boy, Owen. This was only slightly more than Delmar
had relayed to them before. What they needed to discover was how to
lure the Shining One to Cornwall. Meggie tried to draw the veils of
obscurity aside, project herself into the images before her. There
was a link. She could see it now, as an image of the hated house,
High Crag, shivered across the pool. The Pelleth knew that Grigori
lived there, and it was close to their village. Shemyaza would be
enveloped by the Grigori families. Although this could be seen as
an obstacle, it also meant that he would at least be brought to
Cornwall. Once he was in the vicinity, the task of the Pelleth
would be so much easier. Reassured, Meggie pulled herself back to
reality, and around her, felt the other women follow her lead. But
for one.
Tamara still stared intently
into the pool, her brow creased. The towers of High Crag wavered
within the rippling surface of the pool before her. She saw the
long stretch of the gardens down to the cliff-top and there, on the
crumbling lip of stone, stood her prince of light, with his feet
curled dangerously over the very edge of the cliff. He was ready to
fly. He would fly to her . She heard the siren song of the
mer-women who haunted the cove below. They called to him in longing
and desire, hungry for his beauty, for his pale, dry flesh. Tamara
listened. Their song must become her song.
Yes, jump! Fly! Fall, my
beautiful god! And I will lead you before the eyes of the
slumbering one. Its serpent breath will make of me a goddess, and
its power shall be ours! Together, we shall unleash it upon the
world!
Then the tenuous form of a
dark-haired woman rose up to command her visionary perception. This
interloper reached out towards Tamara’s golden chief upon the
cliff-top.
Oh, such love, such grace. Will
Seference herself come to claim him? No, not Seference. Another
goddess. She is his. He knows her as his only female love. Who is
she? Cannot see her face. I can only see yours, my sun king. The
light of every beacon fire shines from your eyes.
Tamara sensed that the scent
and power of the dark-haired woman hung all around him. He was
intoxicated with
It was situated behind the giant’s throne in their sacred cave, and
when the tide was high, it replenished the pool with fresh
seawater.
The women were silent, waiting
for information to manifest before their eyes. The only sound was
the insistent tone of a brass spirit-bowl, which Lissie held in her
lap. She made it resonate by stroking its inner surface in circling
motions, using a pointed wooden stick. Its eerie note eclipsed even
the echoes of the sea. All concentrated hard upon the flat, dark
surface of the water.
Several days had passed since
the oracle had delivered his prophecy. Meggie had allowed this
knowledge to settle within their minds before making further
attempts to discover more. Delmar was not present this evening. He
had fulfilled his function; the rest was up to the women.
Meggie’s eyes began to water,
and her vision dimmed from the edges inwards: a black fog
surrounding her, until all that she could see was the black glitter
of the water. The tone of the spirit bowl filled her whole being,
and the surface of the pool began to swirl. She saw colours,
fragmented images. ‘Lady Seference, reveal to us the Fallen One.’
She had no doubt that her companions were also beginning to see
shapes forming upon the surface of the pool. The images flared and
died. Some were quite definite, others vague. Certain images
clearly had nothing whatsoever to do with the work in hand, and
were mere psychic intrusions.
Meggie saw Shemyaza’s shining
face, and the diffuse but penetrating glow of his startlingly blue
eyes. She had to force herself not to look away. Even to someone as
old as she was, he stirred a tide of lust and longing within the
body. She saw figures hovering around him, and even began to
determine names: Daniel — that was prominent, then Emma, Lily, and
even the other boy, Owen. This was only slightly more than Delmar
had relayed to them before. What they needed to discover was how to
lure the Shining One to Cornwall. Meggie tried to draw the veils of
obscurity aside, project herself into the images before her. There
was a link. She could see it now, as an image of the hated house,
High Crag, shivered across the pool. The Pelleth knew that Grigori
lived there, and it was close to their village. Shemyaza would be
enveloped by the Grigori families. Although this could be seen as
an obstacle, it also meant that he would at least be brought to
Cornwall. Once he was in the vicinity, the task of the Pelleth
would be so much easier. Reassured, Meggie pulled herself back to
reality, and around her, felt the other women follow her lead. But
for one.
Tamara still stared intently
into the pool, her brow creased. The towers of High Crag wavered
within the rippling surface of the pool before her. She saw the
long stretch of the gardens down to the cliff-top and there, on the
crumbling lip of stone, stood her prince of light, with his feet
curled dangerously over the very edge of the cliff. He was ready to
fly. He would fly to her . She heard the siren song of the
mer-women who haunted the cove below. They called to him in longing
and desire, hungry for his beauty, for his pale, dry flesh. Tamara
listened. Their song must become her song.
Yes, jump! Fly! Fall, my
beautiful god! And I will lead you before the eyes of the
slumbering one. Its serpent breath will make of me a goddess, and
its power shall be ours! Together, we shall unleash it upon the
world!
Then the tenuous form of a
dark-haired woman rose up to command her visionary perception. This
interloper reached out towards Tamara’s golden chief upon the
cliff-top.
Oh, such love, such grace. Will
Seference herself come to claim him? No, not Seference. Another
goddess. She is his. He knows her as his only female love. Who is
she? Cannot see her face. I can only see yours, my sun king. The
light of every beacon fire shines from your eyes.
Tamara sensed that the scent
and power of the dark-haired woman hung all around him. He was
intoxicated with
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