The Raven Collection

‘Don’t talk to me,’ she rasped, tasting bile in her mouth. ‘Don’t even look at me. You revolt me.’

‘Please, Erie

‘How dare you lie to me!’ Erie

Berian gave Selik a sideways glance. ‘But they knew where to find you again,’ he said gently. ‘And we would see you come to no further harm.’

‘Liar!’ Erie

‘Calm yourself,’ he drawled.

‘Calm?’ she screamed. ‘Great Gods burning, I’ve delivered myself and my child to hell.’ She jabbed a finger at Berian. ‘And you, you bastard betrayer. You’re dead. I swear it. You’ve betrayed everything and joined with Witch Hunters to find your own and kill them.’

She slumped, her head dropping to her chest, her rage extinguished. Helplessness swept through her and tears fell down her cheeks. Everything she’d believed in was in ashes at her feet.

‘How could you?’ she whispered.

‘Because your daughter is a danger to Balaia,’ said Berian, all hint of gentleness gone from his voice. ‘And she is a herald of doom for Dordover. Did you really think we’d stand by and let you bring her to the One uncontested? She must be controlled by Dordover to ensure our College survives. It is you who are the betrayer, Erie

Erie

‘Yes, Erie

She heard footsteps receding and her door close and lock.

Erie

She felt detached, looking in from afar. Her life had taken on dual qualities of utter certainty and dreamlike unreality. There were many things she knew. Selik wouldn’t touch her until they reached Herendeneth. The Raven, if they survived, would be chasing her. She’d been betrayed by Dordover. And Berian, of all mages, was travelling with her, helping to organise her death. But her grasp of time seemed vague. She felt the ship move, knew they were in the cha

She had tried to cast, of course. It was one way to reco

She poured a goblet of water, walked to the back of her cabin and looked out of the small window. Through the rain, she could see the red smudge in the skies above Arlen, indicating the fires that still raged there. She held on to the window ledge as the ship rolled, water spilling over her hand. The wind was gusting very strong and though making headway, the Ocean Elm was surely under limited sail. She wouldn’t know. Selik wouldn’t let her out on deck.

She sat on the bed, draining the goblet and placing it on her small table. Another roll and it fell to the floor, clinking dully on the timbers. She left it there. Trying to ignore the conditions outside, the rain that drilled into the glass of the window and the wind that washed over them, howling as it came, Erie

It wasn’t a long list. The most obvious route was magic but she had only just begun to probe the shield placed around her. It was strong, probably the work of three Dordovan betrayers and she had no doubt that it was being monitored closely for signs she was testing its structure. If she found weakness, she’d have to be ready to exploit it immediately.

On the physical plane, there were two escape routes, neither viable. The door to her cabin was kept locked and two guards stood outside it. She hadn’t even considered attacking them despite the fact that they stood inside the spell shield. After all, where would it get her?

The window had been nailed shut and, even if she could force it, the drop to the water would result only in her death from drowning.

Yet suicide was an option she couldn’t ignore. If she died, the Ocean Elm’s crew would no longer have the incentive to complete their journey. But it would only buy the Al-Drechar a little time. With the defences around Herendeneth in terminal decline, the location of the island wouldn’t stay hidden for ever - if indeed it still was - and, despite the treacherous waters, Lya

The ship lurched again and shuddered as it plunged into a wave. She recognised the sideways movement and knew they were approaching the mouth of the Arl. She’d learned enough to understand that the tidal forces in the bay made passage uncomfortable as high or low water approached and, fa

Inside she felt like collapsing. Like giving up her will and letting what was to come wash over her. But in her heart beat belief. Belief that Lya

She clung to that belief because it was all she had. It would take them seven days at least to reach Herendeneth and so she put herself in someone else’s hands. Not Dordover’s, not her husband’s but something potentially more powerful than all the forces ranged against her. And she knew that the whole would never give up while one of them had the strength to help.

The Raven.

Chapter 28

It had begun days ago but no one had taken any notice, not really. Despite the floods, there had been no one killed, indeed not many injuries at all. They had heard the stories from the undefended farmsteads, the coastal towns and the lakeside villages as refugees had poured in. But here in Korina, they had always thought themselves impervious to real damage. Now the refugees were flooding out, not in.

Diera ran from her room, the screaming Jonas clutched to her chest as her window blew inwards, the force of the blast shaking the whole i

Hurrying down the stairs, she came upon a scene of panic in the bar as The Rookery’s drinkers tried to escape the roaring tempest scouring the market square. Half of the front of the i

‘The cellar, the cellar!’ someone was bawling in her ear while pulling at her arm. She turned. It was Tomas, his face white, forehead cut and blood pouring into one eye. He pointed to one of the doors behind the bar, then pushed past her and out into the wreckage of his i

Screams filtered in from the outside. People ran past, heading west, glancing over their shoulders and ru