Redness entered Rhiann’s dream.
He dreamed again of horrific and disturbing images, including a great lake of flaming water.
Fire…evil…the stuff of nightmares…
Names…
DECKSTEQ.
Bailiwick…
Summoning spells…
Dreamraiders…
Wisps…
Threads…
Threads of Magick…
Threads of fate…
Threads of time…
Threads connecting worlds …
Dreams connecting worlds …
Dreams of Magick…
The Magick of Dreams…
Magick connecting dreams…
Magick connecting worlds…
Dream raiders…
Elf pressure…
Albtraum…
Albträume, elf dreams, nightmares…
Others probed his dreams.
Unnamed…
A gravelly voice muttered, “I shall follow you.”
Redness faded to blue. Rhiann dreamed of his travels with Donovan Eighty-four names. He awakened with mixed feelings.
Maranna had returned to Cragmore, and Iyaca returned to Thynna to assess the Council’s activity and deliver communiques from the Nameless Enchanter of Thynna to the counsel. The letters warned of the dangers of summoning spells and tapping unknown forces of Magick.
Rhiann sat alone in Harmony House and mulled the phrases of the great Translocation Spell in his mind. The sorcerer held a fragment of fossilized shypoke eggshell in his hand.
There was nothing for it.
It was time to try the spell…
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