Lullaby (Fable Saga Book 2)
ough the dark m
around me like the walls of a gl
He's calling me.
k up. Stars wheel through the patches of black sky peeking through the forest canopy overhead. As I ru
is c
e to
, but I won't re
name, hoping
n his name. In fact, I've forgotten h
him again if I can't even
e forest. I come to the edge of a babbling brook. Something is pulling me, and I walk along its edge, picking my way over mo
ce above the water's surface, their jewe
over the pool's edge to
th an unfa
as white as n
be pale green, but are bright silver instead,ing a gossamer gown made of some diaphanous material; a sheath of silvery
this always been
ape takes form several feet away, unfurling from the groun
st as a sharp pa
ng against rocks, the rustling of leaves on a t
, reaching to me across the silver
me for a th
never
can do
Fingers of smoke claw at the air behind me, but I'm one step ahea
e glade. I'm no longer running – I fly thr
nks in the pooling sunbeams of the newborn day,
lur of stars drowning in a sea of dawn, sucked be
ry. Before th
ses in, tearing at the f
ront door, up the stairs, into the s
er pale blonde hair in disarray as she twists and t
en the doorw
he room towards me as I tak
her, s
up with
as I sit up in bed, rubbing the s
me. And I was flying. I remember drifting ove
ed. I pick up the red and green tartan blanket
door and head out along the corridor, then down the
boys are s
oor, turning the handle
ams through the meadow, chasing the fleeing night. It's not quite daybreak, but seconds bef
om speckled lilac into
e, I sit down at the top of the ste
bottom step, to the left of the house. It's just
d with marigolds, tomatoes, stra
lants are in such good condition
the boys being busy in the basement all day every day recording music. She noticed the top of a stone birdbath sticking out of the brambles, so sh
thorny stems and leaves, the plants seem to have thri
e green thumbs. But over the last few days she's spent every daylight hour out in her little garden,
ps take her min
silver light in the forest. The boys are still conv
snakes floating in the trees – so they've been happy to write it off as a fr
wrong
about how the silver serpent darted through the air
over m
around it a few days afterwards.
nful, more and more tender. Now, I push aside the tartan blanket and reach up be
to a doctor. But I'm not sur
world-famous rock band, when this flying s
Grea
ation from the event that earned me the scar in the first place – getting stabbed through the
years ago. There's
since that night. Elliot, Ben and Lyall are the same as always, b
gether in the cabin and spending all day together in the
ds to. He hasn't once said anything about what happen
he does talk to me, he's super polite and civil, as if I'm sort of coworker, o
e Yonder's bassist, about a week ago to tell him that I would
ew how Alix would react, and I didn't
Alix, he'll be going to college locally next year, so it's not like this is the last chance we h
ake the news
t off the call from Mica
he phone. Then he smashed something up in his
before I can set things straight with my own band. Elliot says w
, and the strange things that seem to happen to me ev
ing – her idea, probably so that she knows I survived the night – in the past few days I'
at only fami
s we were sinking, amid the screams
, and you realize that the only time you've ever felt truly safe, totally protec
e I'm a little girl
m. God, I'm
hose strawberries shoul
side me on the step, clutching a steaming mug of coffee. She's dressed
on't look like gardening c
les. It's time for me to do a grocery run. Hopefully the boys can make it last until we leave. I've already broken
ally am I ok with it, then why do I feel so cold all over? Why does the thought of parting way
ingers in front of my face. "You're drifting o
d?" I repea
while. Come into town with me. There's a slice of ch
ne every morning,"
says. "Now go put on somethin