The woman was like a vision from the Gods. Her hair was long and golden. The warm sun shone through her golden hair turning the edges into a halo around her face and making her appear like an angel. Her touch was soft, gentle, caring. Her voice was soft and kind. Concerned. Compassionate. She spent long hours at his side nursing him, giving him medicine and washing the fevered sweat and dirt from his face. He thought he spoke with her and he thought he made her laugh. Her laugh was contagious, genuine and honest with a love for life. Then there was darkness and Peter thought he finally passed on to the afterlife.When Peter awoke, he felt dampness all around him. He must have been caught in another thunderstorm he thought. He wondered how long he had been unconscious in the wild. He sniffed as he came to but could not smell the forest and wild around him. He smelled his sour sweat tinged with something else. Soap. The smell of soap on dried clothes. But he had no soap. As he

As they walked Semore explained the characteristics of Alamcyte and pointed out the evidence of his knowledge at various points. Alamcyte was the strongest metal in the world and the lightest. It had an extremely high melting point which made it difficult to work with. Despite the difficulty it was used to make swords, shields, gates, arrow heads and jewelry as well as for decoration of the wealthiest people’s homes. The colour varied in the cave. In some areas more blue than green and in others more green than blue. The green areas were where the Alymcyte was shallower while the blue was where it was deeper. It was like glass and the thicker it was the darker in colour it became. The cave was blue green throughout indicating the Alamcyte was a fairly thick layer which deepened to dark blue when the cave finally opened into an enormous chamber. Benedict whistled when he saw the chamber. Raeme was silent. Semore smiled as he watched their reactions. He paused then delivered what he be

Harbem blinked then cleared his throat. “Yes everything’s fine. It’s just not the news I had hoped to hear.”“No it isn’t. All is not well despite how it may seem.”Harbem nodded then excused himself. He stood and removed his tobacco from a shelf. He rolled a cigarette with dried leaves and lit it in the fire in the cottage. Then he stepped outside and closed the door behind him leaving Alexa with the letter on the table.She watched him as he rolled his cigarette before stepping outside. He looked younger than his years and was in good form. He was handsome. His thick black hair was swept back from his face and his eyes were kind but hard. If you did not know him you would only see coldness. She wondered about Harbem. If he was married or had children. He never spoke about himself other than the fact that he was an orphan.As she thought of Harbem thoughts of Peter and Muhay crept into her mind. She missed neithe

Samnom greeted the man jovially. “Are you the owner?” “I am,” Samnom replied. “How can I help you?” The rider stopped and studied Samnom coldly. “I heard there was a lady here on the property.” “Used to be,” Samnom lied. He had no idea why he was lying but he thought it was the right thing to do. He had no idea who this man was or what he wanted. “I bought the property from her. She moved on. Did not say where she was going. I wish there was a woman around here though. Gets lonely sometimes.” The man allowed himself to smile briefly. “I’m sure it does. So you have no idea where the woman went?” “No. ‘Fraid not. She was rather private and did not volunteer much. I was interested in the property, not a lady at the time so didn’t pay much attention to where she was going.” The man nodded as he cast his eye over the house. Samnom had express instructions to stay away from the house. Weeds were growing around the house making it look untidy. Not like it would be if a woman lived her

He managed to avert his head but the rock still struck him a glancing blow. He closed his eyes as pain crashed through his skull. He found the strength to push Hegre off and rolled away. There was no time to adjust to the pain from the blow to his head. He stumbled to his feet keeping Hegre in sight and cast about for a weapon of his own. Hegre stood, the rock still in his hand. Peter thought Hegre would throw it but then he charged. Peter waited until the last moment and then sidestepped Hegre. As he did so he shoved Hegre causing him to lose his balance. Peter had spotted the shovel and picked it up as Hegre stood from where he had fallen.Peter brandished the shovel. “Get some sense or I’ll kill you right here whether you’re a boy or not!”Hegre paused. Peter could tell he was considering attacking him again and he stood his ground prepared for the worst.Finally Hegre’s anger relented. “Leave my sister alone! Leave us alon