Shadowrun - Novel - 18 - Worlds Without End.pdf

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Shadowrun Caroline Spector - Worlds Without End moment I was disoriented and thought I was back in the kaer. A suffocating darkness pressed against me. But then I saw the night sky as Caimbeui opened the drapes. "Where did this come from?" he wondered aloud. "If I were more superstitious," I said, "I would say it was a sign." "A sign?" "Yes. They know we're here. But it's more likely this is the Doineann Draoidheil." He didn't say anything to that. Knowing he was watching there at the window made me feel safe. And as I drifted back to sleep, I smiled. 67 Tonight she doesn't dream. 9 Bells. I swam up from the murky depths and realized before I opened my eyes that it was the telephone. Couldn 't they afford to replace these fraggin' antiques? I thought. Swatting at the phone, I managed to drag it from its cradle and sent the base crashing to the floor. Damn things, I never got used to them when they appeared and now that they were obsolete, I was still plagued with them. "Whazzit?" "Your wake-up call." The voice was computerized and pretematurally perky. I hate that. I let the receiver drop. It missed the base and thudded on the carpet. Burrowing further into the covers, I let the lovely blackness drag me down again. "Aina," said Caimbeui, pulling the covers off me. "Time to get up." I lay there for a moment not moving. It occurred to me that though we Elders weren't supposed to mortally wound one another, there was always a first time for everything. Instead, I rolled onto my back 68 WORLDS WITHOUT END and glared at him in what I hoped would be a frightening manner. "That won't work," he said. He was dressed in black. His hair was pulled back into that annoying ponytail. At least he'd laid off dyeing it red for a while. "I'm not even a little intimidated by your bad moods. I lived with them for years. They just don't impress me anymore." I muttered something unintelligible, hoping it Página 36
Shadowrun Caroline Spector - Worlds Without End would be taken for a scathing remark. But it wasn't. He knew me too well. Stumbling to the bathroom, I hoped that there was at least hot water for a shower. We rented a car and made our way west from Dublin out of Dublin County through Kildare to Offaly and into Galway. A heavy mist lay over the land making the greens muted and soft. Much of the land had gone wild. I knew this was part of the Awakening. The land was going back to what it was before humans had put their mark upon it. Remnants of that earlier time existed before the Awakening. The Giant's Causeway in Antrim was one such place. Some said it was cooling lava that produced the hexagon-shaped stones leading from the mountains down to the sea, but I knew better. "How are you going to find the Court?" Caimbeui asked. "They could be anywhere." "Yes, but those who know where they are keep to certain places. We're going there." "To the tombs?" 69 Caroline Spector "Yes, and other places." "You know how I hate the tombs." "Life is suffering, Caimbeul. Didn't you know that?" Because of the fog, it took us four hours to reach The Bun-en. The land here was wilder than other areas of the Tfr. Perhaps because the people who lived in this part of Ireland had never been far from their Celtic roots. Even before the Awakening, Gaelic was the primary language for large sections of Galway. As we passed, I saw fingers of gray rock clawing up through the thin soil. Dark green thorn trees twisted against the fierce ocean wind. Sheer cliffs dropped down to rocky seashores. The Burren was a flat plain of gray limestone rock. Deep fissures cut down into the slabs of stone, scarring the rock. The only things that grew there were wildflowers that sprang up between the cracks. I parked the car and we started up the Burren. Once there would have been tourists clambering over the outcroppings. Now there was a stillness that hung in the air and seeped slowly into my bones. "Come on," I said softly. We made our way, for once not bickering about how fast or slow one or the other was going. I stopped every so often to pluck flowers that grew from the crevices. I wove them into necklaces as we walked. I kept one for myself and handed one to Página 37
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