“Wait,” he said…. “I would like for us to be together—” “Wycan!” “—in Aelyth-Kintalyn.” “It is not—” “You are lady of Aelyth-Kintalyn, not Vala—” “How can you—” “As I one day will be lord.”
We are embedding the new shelf video items into this space from YouTube starting today. Our first two presentations are the Rufus storybook, narrated by Caidren Adrianne, and a short movie showing the new Rufus arriving on the moon to dance with all the other Rufuses, As we add the items from time to time they continue to be available there. By doing this, we have extended our scope, allowing the addition of animated songs, rhymes, and picture...
The speeches ended finally. Leochtor stood up to leave. As they filed out, Wycan took Gom’s arm. “I am meeting my mother in the garden shortly. Will you come?”
“Once (Vedastra) found that there were people, why didn’t he just undo the deadlock spell?” “There’s no spell. . . . It’s a string of crystals, feyer,* whose power runs counter to regular ones. . . . They pop up in the Tamarith from time to time, singly, widely scattered, thus harmless. Only when they are conjoined in a certain sequence and that sequence is completed—set—do they form a deadly string of negative power. . . .” * pronou...
“When Wycan first saw the Tamarith, he saw a tree, as did I.” “But the Tamarith is nothing like a tree.” “Oh, it is, Carlyss. Root and stock and branch of living crystal. . . .”
“You mean you’re going to stay up here?”. . . “Yes.” “But what of Ulm? And your island? And the Dunderfosse?” Gom waited a moment, then, as there was no answer, he took up his staff and tiptoed from the room.
Anja knelt beside her, felt her head, listened to her chest, much as Gom had done. She looked up. “I’m so sorry.” “Oh. Why?” “For you. Gom—your mother’s dead.”