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Draycott Everlasting

Adrian felt the whole structure of his abbey shift, time and space distorted. "Stay where you are. Whoever you are, you are not of this place. Not of this time. I order you gone with all the powers of cross and fire."

"Cross and fire. How quaint." The figure's laugh seemed to play over the yellowing fog. "Yet you gave all the opening I required when you took down your old circle of the last year.”

"Only for a heartbeat," Adrian whispered.

"But a heartbeat is all one requires to enter. A single heartbeat to whisper a lie and rip out a heart. To kill the thing you love best."

"Wild talk with no meaning." Adrian launched a spiral of silver energy, only to see it swallowed instantly by the noxious fog. "Who are you to tread on abbey ground?"

"What, no recognition? You've lost your skill at spells, my friend."

"What man calls me friend and then attacks my land?"

"You don't know this voice? You don't remember Navarre, who once ran fleet to your bidding, whose sword was your sword by blood oath?"

"Navarre?" Draycott whispered, unable to believe the word. He had dreamed, just for a moment, but to see his oldest friend again seemed impossible. Navarre had vanished in the Holy Land, dead in battle. So many centuries ago it had been.

The warrior removed his metal helm and their eyes met, hammered darkness to restless silver. Adrian saw limitless hatred in Navarre's colorless, cold eyes.

MOONRISE © Copyright Christina Skye 2009

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My novellas, What Dreams May Come and Season of Wishes, Bridge of Dreams and Enchantment, have been reprinted. You can listen to an excerpt from Enchantment here.

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