Death of a Darklord (2011)
“HeR raven hair, rich and full as fur, spread out on the pillow. Her face seemed more lovely and less harsh in deep sleep, and this was a very deep sleep. Her left arm was bandaged tight to her chest. The wound had bled and bled until Jonathan began to fear it would take her life.
Averil had been so badly hurt that the doctor said she might die before morning. Her throat had been bitten by one of the dead.
The doctor had given Tereza an herbal drink to help her sleep, to keep her from going out ...into the night in search of the twins. Only rest, the doctor said, only rest and time would heal her.
Jonathan sat by the bed, her hand resting in his. Even in drugged sleep, she held lightly to him. The lamplight wavered, smearing in a wash of gold. The tears finally fell in silent streaks down his cheeks. Were the twins dead? Could they survive for hours in the night with the dead?
No. Jonathan knew the answer was no.
He bowed his head over Tereza’s hand. He’d called Elaine corrupt, evil, and he still believed her supposed healing was evil, or at least unnatural.MoreLess
Averil had been so badly hurt that the doctor said she might die before morning. Her throat had been bitten by one of the dead.
The doctor had given Tereza an herbal drink to help her sleep, to keep her from going out ...into the night in search of the twins. Only rest, the doctor said, only rest and time would heal her.
Jonathan sat by the bed, her hand resting in his. Even in drugged sleep, she held lightly to him. The lamplight wavered, smearing in a wash of gold. The tears finally fell in silent streaks down his cheeks. Were the twins dead? Could they survive for hours in the night with the dead?
No. Jonathan knew the answer was no.
He bowed his head over Tereza’s hand. He’d called Elaine corrupt, evil, and he still believed her supposed healing was evil, or at least unnatural.MoreLess
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