Raven's Strike (The Raven Duology, Book 2)
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The Traveler Seraph must use all her cunning and ability as a Raven mage to track down an unimaginable force of destruction known as the Shadowed.
Hennea, take Rinnie and Lehr into the temple, Jes and I have some things to talk over,” Seraph said, forgetting for a moment she wasn’t just talking to one of her children. “Please,” Seraph added hastily when Hennea stiffened. “We’ll join you in a few minutes. ” She waited while they filed in. Then she turned her attention to Jes, who had gone back to staring at Willon’s roof. She debated simply waiting until he was ready to talk—but this was Jes. It might be days before he was ready, and she didn’t have Tier’s patience.
Seraph stopped at the ridgetop. The farm lay below, but she couldn’t see it for the trees and the darkening skies. She had more than vision to call upon, though. The first thing Seraph had done when she and Tier had moved to the farm was to walk a warding that surrounded it. The farm was too close to the old battlefield, Shadow’s Fall, to be entirely safe without protection from the kinds of creatures attracted to shadow. Several times a year for twenty years she’d added to its potency. Her warding traced along the crest just here.
We’ll be safe and private here. ” The house was lit with small lanterns. Tier limped behind her through the sitting room and into the smallest of the bedrooms. There was less personality here than in the other bedrooms. Seraph had always assumed it was a guest room, and felt more comfortable in it, less an interloper and more a guest. “It seems wrong to put these dirty blankets on that bed,” Tier said. She could see his point, the bedding was pristine white. “It’s all right. The dirt won’t be there next time the mermora is called.
Why would they name their powers after fish? How would you like to tell people that you were a garbagefish or a trout? That’s stupid. ” “I asked my wife why they used birds,” Tier said quickly, before they could start fighting. “She didn’t know. ” “You talk a lot for a Traveler,” said the smith, with a shade less hostility than before. “But then, as I told you”—Tier smiled as he spoke—“I’m not a Traveler. ” The smile had Aliven relaxing further. As Jes’s job was protection, Tier’s was winning over hostile strangers, and he would do it as he saw fit.
What else? ” she said, sounding impatient. “There were two things, I know there were. ” “Papa,” said Jes. “Lehr knows. ” Lehr said, “Mother thinks something the Path did is weakening the connection between Papa and his Order. She said to tell you she sees holes in it as if it were fabric. She was able to patch most of them. ” “She did? Tell me how? ” “She told me to tell you she persuaded one of the Lark gems, the tigereye, to help her. You’d know which ring it was. ” He cleared his throat. “She said she used magic to make yarn and the Lark’s Order became a needle wielded by her own Order and she darned the holes to close them.