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cold and noise quite effectively.
Once inside the cabin, Kim pulled out his reader. It came to life precisely where he had finished his notes this morning. Before the hasty visit to the volcano, before the news of the beacon had upset the tidy life he had made for himself here.
He took a deep breath and concentrated upon the reader. He needed to record todayâs events.
The woman, Dalleena, and her supposed talent drew his thoughts away from the implications of the lost beacon. The locals respected her claim to track anyone. How did she do it?
For that matter, how did he achieve his own miracles of healing? Raaskan was alive because Kim, with the help of his brothers, had rebuilt the manâs crushed rib cage and pelvis, using only the power of his mind. He had cauterized internal bleeding. And he had pushed a dislocated shoulder back into place. All without invasive surgery or the technology of modern medicine.
âSomething born in me and my brothers lets us do this. So how do we access it on a regular basis?â
This morning, Kim had been on the verge of doing that with controlled breathing. But once heâd fallen out of the trance heâd been exhausted, ravenous, and nearly incoherent. âMy body lacked the fuel to perform the magic.â
His eyes sought the basket in the corner. Inside lay the wilting leaves of the Tambootie tree. Once before, he had ingested the essential oils that seeped out of the leaves. They had opened his mind and his talent, allowing him to perform one last miracle to rescue the Coros from Hanassaâs control. He had read Hanassaâs mind from a distance of nearly ten kilometers.
âJust a little. I need just a little of the leaves to experiment.â Without thinking about it, he had walked across the room and shoved his hand deep into the mass of leaves. His skin burned slightly from contact with the essential oils permeating the leaves. He withdrew his hand, grasping a particularly fat leaf dripping with oil. He licked it.
Colors burst upon his tongue. Outside, he heard every word whispered by his people. He shared Hestiiaâs concern for him as if experiencing his own emotion.
His vision sharpened on the periphery at the same time that he lost focus on things directly in front of him; as if he needed to look at life sideways, around the barrier of his own emotions and prejudices to get a clear view.
Halos enveloped every object in varying colors and brightness. He reached out slowly for the basket of Tambootie. His fingers had to stretch a long way into the corona, or aura, or whatever, before he touched the woven grasses of the basket. Further experiments showed the aura less deep on his bed and the stool in front of his working table. A quick peek out the door showed flashes of living fire surrounding the heads of all the people still gathered around the fire. He found Hestiia rapidly by the brown, rust, and orange flares growing out of her hair. Others he had to think about until he noticed distinctive colors and combinations for each person.
Darkness yawned before him. A bright tangle of colored chains similar in color and combination of colors to the auras beckoned him to grab hold and explore. . . .
( Be careful when you delve into the realm of dragons. )
Kim thudded to the packed dirt floor and promptly vomited.
CHAPTER 8
D ALLEENA EXCUSED herself from the rapt company of the village men. Raaskan, the headman, and Yaakke from the other village, both had questioned her intently about her talent. Trackers were not born into every generation. Her family had produced one in each of three successive generations. Both men wanted her as an asset to the village.
Something bigger and more important drew her here. She had listened to reports of the Stargods for moons now. They offered a new view of life and spirituality. They offered freedom from the old ways.
And the Stargods had lost something important. She had to find it for them. Whatever it
Once inside the cabin, Kim pulled out his reader. It came to life precisely where he had finished his notes this morning. Before the hasty visit to the volcano, before the news of the beacon had upset the tidy life he had made for himself here.
He took a deep breath and concentrated upon the reader. He needed to record todayâs events.
The woman, Dalleena, and her supposed talent drew his thoughts away from the implications of the lost beacon. The locals respected her claim to track anyone. How did she do it?
For that matter, how did he achieve his own miracles of healing? Raaskan was alive because Kim, with the help of his brothers, had rebuilt the manâs crushed rib cage and pelvis, using only the power of his mind. He had cauterized internal bleeding. And he had pushed a dislocated shoulder back into place. All without invasive surgery or the technology of modern medicine.
âSomething born in me and my brothers lets us do this. So how do we access it on a regular basis?â
This morning, Kim had been on the verge of doing that with controlled breathing. But once heâd fallen out of the trance heâd been exhausted, ravenous, and nearly incoherent. âMy body lacked the fuel to perform the magic.â
His eyes sought the basket in the corner. Inside lay the wilting leaves of the Tambootie tree. Once before, he had ingested the essential oils that seeped out of the leaves. They had opened his mind and his talent, allowing him to perform one last miracle to rescue the Coros from Hanassaâs control. He had read Hanassaâs mind from a distance of nearly ten kilometers.
âJust a little. I need just a little of the leaves to experiment.â Without thinking about it, he had walked across the room and shoved his hand deep into the mass of leaves. His skin burned slightly from contact with the essential oils permeating the leaves. He withdrew his hand, grasping a particularly fat leaf dripping with oil. He licked it.
Colors burst upon his tongue. Outside, he heard every word whispered by his people. He shared Hestiiaâs concern for him as if experiencing his own emotion.
His vision sharpened on the periphery at the same time that he lost focus on things directly in front of him; as if he needed to look at life sideways, around the barrier of his own emotions and prejudices to get a clear view.
Halos enveloped every object in varying colors and brightness. He reached out slowly for the basket of Tambootie. His fingers had to stretch a long way into the corona, or aura, or whatever, before he touched the woven grasses of the basket. Further experiments showed the aura less deep on his bed and the stool in front of his working table. A quick peek out the door showed flashes of living fire surrounding the heads of all the people still gathered around the fire. He found Hestiia rapidly by the brown, rust, and orange flares growing out of her hair. Others he had to think about until he noticed distinctive colors and combinations for each person.
Darkness yawned before him. A bright tangle of colored chains similar in color and combination of colors to the auras beckoned him to grab hold and explore. . . .
( Be careful when you delve into the realm of dragons. )
Kim thudded to the packed dirt floor and promptly vomited.
CHAPTER 8
D ALLEENA EXCUSED herself from the rapt company of the village men. Raaskan, the headman, and Yaakke from the other village, both had questioned her intently about her talent. Trackers were not born into every generation. Her family had produced one in each of three successive generations. Both men wanted her as an asset to the village.
Something bigger and more important drew her here. She had listened to reports of the Stargods for moons now. They offered a new view of life and spirituality. They offered freedom from the old ways.
And the Stargods had lost something important. She had to find it for them. Whatever it
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