Mag-log inLUCIENThe sun, hotter than the fire in me, baked my skin until I was almost charcoal black.Not even the thick white furs on my body could protect me from its hot fury.I turned my head aside and searched around with my right hand for something I could hold onto, too blinded by the light burning through my lids to dare open them.But there was nothing around me but sand and rocks.Lucien!I paused to listen for the sound. It sounded so much like a woman’s voice, but nothing came again.I tried to get on my knees and crawl to a shade, but my body was too weak to respond to my commands.Days had passed since I left the manor—since I wandered, farther and farther from home and the comfort of the forest shade. Yet I could no longer tell how long it had been since the chaos in my head first began to tear at me.Son of Thorne, the last great son of Odin…The earth beneath me seemed to tremble as the voice called out to me.I ignored the sun’s searing heat and pried my eyes open, only to s
ELISA“Give me your hands…”I stared at the enormous hands stretched out toward me - hands so large I knew they would swallow mine whole if I dared place them there.I lifted my gaze to the man before me who was offering his hand, and I knew instantly that I would do whatever he asked of me.He looked so breathtaking.The kind of man who made the young girls in the village ponder all the unholy temptations the old nuns at the convent warned us about during catechism. His eyes were dangerously — almost seductively — black, and his skin looked like that of a noblewoman who was used to bathing in milk and honey. I imagined what it would feel like under my touch, and it shamed me that my rough palms, which were used to weeding the garden and mixing dough for bread, were no match at all for his.His hair was dark and thick, and the front swept back into a neat ponytail that relaxed over the loose bunch behind it like a silk curtain.I looked at his hands again, almost tempted to hold the
ELISA…I didn’t realize just how long I had been lying there until I tried to move and heard a rather loud crack in my lower back as I tried to adjust myself on the cold stone floor.Ohhh, not again…I looked around me, but nothing appeared to be amiss at all.Everything remained untouched.But why was I sitting in this state on the floor?Rowan…My fisher boy!I scrambled off the floor and resumed hitting the door.Stop it…You don’t want to see what is waiting at the other end of the door.The female voices resumed…I screamed aloud until I felt the voices had disappeared, then just as I raised my hand to knock on the door again, it opened from outside, and I stood face to face with him…Rowan.I stood still with my hands still hanging in the air.‘Lisa’.‘Rowan’.My eyes were immediately teary, and I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t move any part of my body anymore.It’s not him…Rowan is gone.I winced in disgust.I thought they had disappeared.‘Are you okay?’Rowan asked, his br
ELISA…The silence that followed Lucien’s disappearance was not just felt in the dark, empty manor that seemed to seize its whispering at night.It was also felt in the way something in me felt alone and empty since he left - like a mother will feel when her child travels to another land, or goes out to be with her husband and new family.But he tried to kill me. I saw his real form, saw him for the monster he really is…But even as the word monster sprang up in my mind, I couldn’t help but feel disgusted at myself for even judging him like everyone else in town did.‘You shouldn’t be wandering far from sight, child.’ Yennefer’s sharp but serene voice interrupted my reverie, and I turned sharply to look in her direction.She had a discomforting habit of suddenly appearing in a chamber and startling me, and I wondered just how long I had to keep up with that.‘I apologize…’ I hesitated, not sure what to refer to her as. Mother, or my my lady.Her deep green eyes stared at me for a whil
IN LORD EDRIC’S COURT…By dawn, word of the beast’s escape had already spread beyond the manor walls, crawling into the ears of men who feared him more than they feared God.An impromptu meeting that woke Lord Edric from his beauty sleep was called without his knowledge.The lamps hung at almost every corner of the room, shining so bright that not even a shadow could hide in the room.Six men sat around the huge oak table in the centre of the room with maps and boat pointers placed on rivers and borders on the map, with Lord Edric sitting at the head of the table in a high seat that seemed to swallow up even his round frame.But they were not there to read maps or prepare for wars.The war they faced was much worse.A war that threatened to destroy the bridge of trust between Lord Edric and the council, the villagers, and the king himself.A bridge built on lies and deceit.And he will rather be found dangling from a rope like his cousin - the late duke - than let these people find out
LUCIEN…I never felt this kind of pain, even when I knew about my parents’ deaths.It was bitter and unbearable, steeped in something close to evil.I had not known her long enough, but after that night, she touched me and held me close to herself, and it felt like I could not live one more day without her.I couldn’t tell if my need for her was just because of the magical powers she had, which saved me and put me under control, or if it was something more dangerous.But standing just a few feet away from her, it felt like I had lost that moment forever.Her beautiful blue eyes were replaced with a darker glow of fear, pain, and resentment.And I still couldn’t figure out how that happened.Her hands held tightly to Yennefer, and the demon in me craved to tear the housekeeper apart.She caused this.This is exactly what she wanted.But how could Elisa not even remember anything about that night?There is no way in hell I would have mistaken that look in her eyes that night as she crad







