The Raven Collection

‘Well yes, but . . .’ There was a clamouring in Erie

‘What they wanted was to save themselves from her. But they had no real conception of what they were dealing with, Erie

‘No, no, no.’ Erie

Ephemere put a cold hand on Erie

‘Child, relax,’ she said, her tone soothing despite its roughness. ‘Here is what you must know, but first keep in mind that you are not to blame for anything that has happened and that your bringing Lya

Erie

‘Within Lya

‘I ca

‘She is so young and physically frail. The poor girl should not have had to face this until she was your age.’

‘But you can make it happen?’ Erie

‘We have to.’ It was Aviana who spoke. ‘Because if we fail, there will be no Al-Drechar.’

‘Why, what will happen to you?’ Erie

‘Why Erie

‘When will you begin?’ asked Erie

‘Tomorrow morning. Time is pressing. Ren’erei feels that our enemies are closer to us than they have ever been, as poor Tryuun’s wound demonstrates. We must be vigilant. Nothing must deflect us from our task,’ said Aviana.

Erie

‘And now we should all take to our beds. The time for hard work and great strength is here. Sleep is the healer of the mind,’ said Cleress.

‘I’ll finish my wine,’ said Erie

They were just four terribly old women muttering to each other as they made their way to their chambers somewhere in the huge house. Erie

She poured another glass of wine and held it under her nose, letting its deep fruity aroma enclose her. What in all the hells had she done? She was entrusting the life of her daughter to a quartet of witches who all looked as if their final breaths were imminent. It should have appeared utter madness but somehow it made perfect sense and, through her fading anxiety Erie

A purpose for her and a chance for Lya

Perhaps she would sleep well, after all.

Chapter 5

Ilkar awoke to the familiar sounds of hammering from outside on the College grounds. By the smell of it, the day was another dry one and a steady light shone around the gently billowing drapes covering the open window. Beside him in the bed, Pheone shifted and turned over to face the wall. Ilkar smiled, as he had been doing every morning since the night of the long-room testing five days before.

That had been a wild night. They’d set up rough carved and painted wooden blocks depicting Wesmen Lords and members, past and present, of the Xeteskian Circle Seven and the Dordovan Quorum. Taking turns, they had destroyed them using an imaginative range of offensive fire and ice spells, some better prepared than others.

Twenty mages had joined in the barrage, easing a frustration that had been building up for weeks. It had been a spectacular sight, with mage fire thrashing off the walls, ice shattering wood and forming deep icicles in the corners of the long room, that were subsequently burned away with tight-beamed flame, filling the place with steam. And every time he wasn’t casting, Ilkar had stood ready to deploy shields for those who didn’t have the targeting skills of their companions.

Ilkar had felt Pheone’s closeness the whole evening and in the drunken feast that followed, he’d found his arms around her and her head on his shoulder more times than he could count. His memories, though indistinct, were full of her flashing smile, her laughter and the revealing shirt she had worn.

The alcohol-fuelled sex had been abandoned and fantastic, though he had to confess to himself that time had blurred. He wasn’t sure it had been a lengthy experience but the feeling of a female body against his, even that of a non-elf, had been wonderful.

Pheone had quelled his concerns once their hangovers had cleared enough for their brains to function. Elves shouldn’t become involved with humans, the lifespan differences leading to inevitable heartbreak and, too often, the suicide of the almost-always elven survivor.

‘I don’t think either of us believe this will last,’ she had said. ‘But we need each other now. Try and enjoy it and don’t think too much about tomorrow.’

Ilkar wasn’t sure Pheone really believed her own words and their passion on subsequent nights had been physically if perhaps not emotionally profound. She had been right. Their sexual union had given him a new outlook on everything. He had allowed himself to become so wrapped up in the rebuilding of Julatsa, all else had paled. He had even found himself begi

More than that, though, he had started to look beyond the physical rebirth of the College to the longer term. The rebuilding of its psyche. There was so much to be done to attract mages back to Julatsa, to help it begin again, and he knew that, ultimately, he would need to leave to spread the word that his College of magic lived and breathed again.