Chapters (61)
- Cover
- Praise for Anne Bishop
- Also by Anne Bishop
- THE HOUSE OF GAIAN
- Copyright
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
“You said it was a pissing contest,” Liam said. “But are there witches in the Mother’s Hills who really could summon a wind like that or bring the sea so far inland?” You’re drunk, laddy-boy. But he sobered up second by second as he saw both women go absolutely still.
“Not among my kin, no,” Breanna said carefully. “At least…I don’t think so.”
“There are some questions it is best not to ask about the House of Gaian,” Gwenn whispered.
Donovan slowly rose to his feet. “Gwenn?”
She shook her head, then began rubbing her hands over her upper arms, as if suddenly chilled.
“There are Crones,” Gwenn said reluctantly, “who know the old magic. Things the rest of us never learn. They are very powerful. You didn’t meet any of them.”
Liam glanced over at Donovan and saw him swallow hard. Mother’s mercy. Donovan had obviously been awed by those he had met—and now Gwenn was telling him there were others even more powerful?
“Mostly they teach,” Gwenn continued. “They teach the strongest and the best, the ones whose hearts embrace our creed. The ones who also have the temper to use that power if it’s needed.”
“We need allies, Gwenn,” Donovan said softly. “I don’t think my people can stop the Inquisitors. Not alone.”
“That’s why Gwenn needs to come to the Old Place this evening,” Breanna said. She held up a small piece of paper. “Rory brought this a short while ago. It’s from my cousin Skelly. He says something is happening tonight, and we need to stay aware for whatever might be written on water, whispered on the wind.”
“What’s tonight?” Liam asked.
“The new moon rises,” Gwenn replied, still rubbing her arms.
“Whatever it is, the House of Gaian is paying heed,” Breanna added. “So whatever happens tonight could change everything.”
Liam rose, then walked slowly to the door. “Let me see if the cook has the means of providing a meal for all of us. Then we can ride out to the Old Place.”
Breanna nodded.
As he stepped into the hallway, he heard Gwenn say quietly, “I met two of them a few years ago, when I studied for a while in the Mother’s Hills. Two who were being instructed by the Crones. They are too strongly trained in the creed, as the most powerful of us must be, to ever strike first, but may the Mother have mercy on anyone foolish enough to provoke Selena or Rhyann into striking back.”