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Otherworld.
My lord.She dropped into a curtsey no one had ever taught her how to make.
Instinct possessed her, overriding everything else.
Damn you! A voice shouted at her across a wide gulf, a voice from a now
distant world but one she recognized somehow. Turn around! Turn around this
instant and walk back to me. It s your only chance.
Halfling child, come closer.
The king moved toward her, his body floating above the ground, his wings of
light folding and unfolding in graceful waves. His queen came at his side, her
beautiful face peaceful and full of love.
For a moment the memory of human love plucked at Ange s heart. She half turned
toward the darkness at the edge of the meadow, but the blazing radiance was
everywhere, pulsing with demand. Endless light surrounded her, and all the
darkness seemed to vanish.
Ange! Agony sounded in the cry.
The king s great dark eyes narrowed and a shadow passed over his shining face.
He half turned his head toward the sound that seemed to Ange to come from a
great distance. When he looked at her again, he smiled and the light of that
smile drove all thought of the human man from her mind.
Without a word, Oberon came to her side, his hand still outstretched. Beyond
thought now, lost in the dance and the intoxicating music, she laid her hand
in his and walked with him into the light.
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Chapter Eleven
Trumpets sounded a high note of victory. Light was everywhere, pure light so
bright it filled her mind, hurt her eyes. She shut them and stumbled forward,
blinded and stunned into silence in the midst of the shining radiance.
Diaphanous wings brushed over her naked flesh. Feather light, they caressed
her shoulders, her breasts.
Her body trembled, bathed in liquid fire. She could barely stand as the
gossamer touch slipped between her legs.
Voices sang around her, high and bright, a melodious tongue that flowed over
her shivering flesh. The strong hand that held hers moved to grip her arm and
turn her. She squeezed her eyes tighter as the light mounted to incandescent
brightness, piercing even her closed eyelids. The light became a burning heat
on her flesh, scalding her with unbearable desire. She quivered with need as
the hand slid up her arm, exploring her.
A cocoon of power enfolded her, the presence of the Fa erie king. Light pulsed
over her skin in living, radiant waves. Someone s hot breath burned against
her throat where her pulse raced. A questing finger touched the very tip of
her nipple, causing her to flinch and cry out with desire.
Shahaba tremeysen!
A male voice sounded like thunder in her ears. Startled, she opened her eyes
and saw the light that enveloped her had started to swirl. A rainbow of colors
melted into a whirlpool in front of her, a whirlpool that became a gateway to
another world& far away on the other side she saw golden light, a green sward,
towering mountains, and a city of shining crystal.
Damn you, Ryol! Out of there!
Blane! You idiot!
Voices cursed somewhere in the far distance. A flurry of human sound. With a
loud whoosh, the gateway vanished. A sudden musical babble rose around her as
the Fa erie women cried out in surprise and alarm.
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Ange looked toward the darkness at the edge of the meadow under the tall trees
and saw Blane fighting with Ryol. The brothers faced each other, chests
heaving, eyes blazing, fists flying.
Blane! Shouting his name, Ange started toward him.
No, halfling child. The Fa erie king grabbed her arm. She half turned,
twisting to break free, and found herself staring into eyes as black as the
eternal midnight that reigned between the stars. Two moons of light glowed in
those compelling depths, drawing her downward. With a gasp, she fell into the
night&
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A raindrop splattered dead center on Ange s forehead, waking her. A shiver
racked her whole body and she sat up, suddenly aware that she was naked. Wild
fear coursed through her as she stared all around. She was on the edge of the
clearing, under the tree where she had first taken shelter the night before.
Her clothes lay under her it looked as if they d provided rough bedding while
she slept. Gray clouds filled the sky and raindrops made wet, popping sounds
as they hit the tree s leaves on their way down.
Another drop struck the top of her head. She rubbed her temples, trying to
think, although her brain pounded and every thought came slow and rusty. She
remembered coming to the meadow, remembered
Blane and their passionate lovemaking& the Fa erie dance& the Fa erie dance and
Oberon leading her into the light!
Ange jumped to her feet and stared around as if expecting the great king to
reappear before her. But the clearing was deserted. She wrapped her arms [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]