Showcasing magic of a darker kind, Imprisoned in Stone.
To set the stage, Colwynn continues to search for a means to escape the inescapable cell.
Excerpt:
A light touch, as if someone laid a hand on his shoulder, sent comforting warmth through his body. It was the same feeling as a benison—Tralin’s benison. The one she bestowed upon him and Gareth the morning of their parting. At first he discarded Gareth as a focus. The weaponsmith was not a full mage and probably would not receive the message. However, since Maerva could not be involved, Gareth was the only choice.
I feel Tralin’s blessing–the blessing will tie Gareth and me together.
The hope was faint, but hope still the same.
Pushing off the wall to his feet, he paced the featureless cell. Physical movement cleared his mind and he started examining the runes. One by one, he again parsed the restrictions and bindings to see if he could find a weak link among the interwoven enchantments. This time he could not even use his own spell to send a message. It was gone. Maybe if he tried the call through one written by a friendly member of the Brethren. Even as he thought it, he knew there was no such creature, only enemies and fanatics. However, there were two he had worked magic with–his father and Nemor.
“I don’t dare touch my father’s magic,” Colwynn muttered. “He would have a trap on it, but Nemor?”
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~till next time, Helen
Asks more questions than it answers... very intriguing.
ReplyDeletesuch a thin thread - the "touch" on his shoulder, but at least it made its way through the wards, he has something to hang on to. Loved the excerpt.
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