Eye of the Ocean Book 3 Ji'jin Station

Eye of the Ocean – Book 3: Ji’Jin Station
The battle with Lord Gennady for the Lady Kori apparently took days, which for
the most part you spent eating and drinking merrily while Gennady fought against
you tooth and nail.”
“It might have happened like that.” One last swallow and he rested the bowl
on his chest, looking at her over the rim. “What is it that you remember
differently?”
For an answer, she took the bowl and then pulled the covers around him and
tucked the side in.
“Happened just like that,” he murmured, wishing he had the energy to laugh.
Eunni had pulled Kori away, not him.
“The twins,” he said, the idea coming out of nowhere. And he did laugh.
“A mystery.” Alicia stood by the end of the bed, holding Tika in her arms. “The
Wu'lim made into twins who were both his children and his parents.”
“Not mine...”
She smiled at his feeble joke. “His children by the Lady and her parents as
well. And who were also the two of them, separated five days after the birth, the
length of time apparently being an important theological point that has generated
more than one sub-sect.”
He was confused and grasped the only part that he could make behave. “Five
days? The portal? It would be seven days, not five. They wouldn't know about...”
She shrugged. “Go to sleep.”
- 8 -
Ulanda went the long way around as though she meant to try out all the paths
through the garden - grass, stone, rounds of some kind of wood - they wove
around the various pavilions but all eventually looped back to the central area
with the na'it tree. Bare feet - the ti'Linn attending her had been too nervous to
do more than lay sandals in her path, not to insist she wear them. The wood
rounds were kindest to her feet, dry and slightly warm even in the shade. She
remembered running barefoot as a child...very young and only in the summer...
the memory hovered, there if she wished, but without the drawing that would
come from pattern.
Niv was already waiting for her at the pavilion Bolda called Bramble for the
sharp-spined vine growing along the roof of the porch. Alicia and Rit's. Rit was in
the second room, his bed near the window where he could see the sky through
the branches and watch the leaves of the na'it tree move in the light breeze, the
first breeze in probably thousands of years.
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