Priestess Dreaming (An Otherworld Novel) by Yasmine Galenorn Page A
Authors: Yasmine Galenorn
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me.”
“First, I must reset the rogue portal on your land.”
For a moment, I thought she meant the ice portal—the one that had just opened up, but then I realized she knew nothing about that. No, she was talking about the random portal that had appeared out of nowhere in our backyard. It led to Otherworld, and we had to constantly have guards standing watch to keep out goblins and other creepy crawlies.
“Where are you going to direct it?” Delilah frowned, snatching another cookie off the plate.
“You’re not going to like this but, with Telazhar on the move, it’s safer to set every rogue portal that has appeared over Earthside to a different destination. We’re going to recalibrate it to point toward the realm of the Elder Fae.” She grinned as my jaw dropped wide. “I knew you’d feel that way—you don’t even have to say a word. Don’t bother arguing because there’s a secondary reason for my decision.”
I had been to the realm of the Elder Fae several times. In addition to being a massively huge place, it was also filled with powerful and dangerous creatures who thought nothing of eating people for lunch and their pets for dessert. The Elder Fae were a breed apart. They were the predecessors of OW and ES Fae, ancient and mostly unique. Seldom were there more than one of each type. They paid no attention to the laws of any land—be it human or Fae—and lived by their rules and their rules alone.
Regardless of how nervous it made me, Derisa was right. Having the Elder Fae as neighbors was far less dangerous than should Telazhar discover the portal and bring through the Demonkin and goblin hordes. But, that didn’t mean we would be able to let up our guard. In fact, if something decided to meander through, chances were the creature would be far more powerful, on an individual level, than anything from OW, but it wouldn’t necessarily be out to kill us.
“Lovely. How are you going to reset the destination point?”
“That’s one of my talents. I was trained over the past few years in how to adjust the magical settings of the vortexes. I’d show you how but I don’t think your magic would be well-suited for it.” She winked at me, and I finally managed a smile.
“Right. Well, then, do you want to go do that now? It’s nearing daylight.”
“Resetting the portal isn’t the only thing I came for—it is simply one facet of what we need to discuss. There is far more.” She regarded me silently for a moment and then, quietly, reached in one pocket and pulled out something. When she set it in front of me, I shivered.
A raven feather.
“No,” I whispered. “No . . . I hoped it was just my imagination.”
“I’m sorry, but no. I can feel your thoughts . . . what you saw was not an illusion.” Derisa shifted in her chair.
She knew. She knew about my vision.
“There’s a journey you must undertake, Camille. You must walk under the raven’s wing.” Derisa gave me a faint smile, and I knew there was no getting out of this one. When my High Priestess gave me orders, I obeyed without question, regardless of what they might be.
“Take me to the dragon,” I said, not even sure who I was talking to. My voice reverberated through the kitchen, coming to rest in silence.
All eyes were on us and the fear from my vision came sweeping through again as the image of the giant dragon roared to life in my mind. I slowly reached out, picked up the feather, falling into trance swiftly, as if I were being sucked down a deep well.
At first, I could hear the flutter of wings. Ravens, again. Then something came through, sweeping the air into great currents. The presence of an ancient force, rising out of the depths, filled my senses and I caught my breath as the stench of sulfur and molten stone engulfed me. Choking on the acrid fumes, I coughed, but fear froze the tickle in my throat as two giant eyes glowed out of the darkness at me—round and brilliant, black orbs in a field of
“First, I must reset the rogue portal on your land.”
For a moment, I thought she meant the ice portal—the one that had just opened up, but then I realized she knew nothing about that. No, she was talking about the random portal that had appeared out of nowhere in our backyard. It led to Otherworld, and we had to constantly have guards standing watch to keep out goblins and other creepy crawlies.
“Where are you going to direct it?” Delilah frowned, snatching another cookie off the plate.
“You’re not going to like this but, with Telazhar on the move, it’s safer to set every rogue portal that has appeared over Earthside to a different destination. We’re going to recalibrate it to point toward the realm of the Elder Fae.” She grinned as my jaw dropped wide. “I knew you’d feel that way—you don’t even have to say a word. Don’t bother arguing because there’s a secondary reason for my decision.”
I had been to the realm of the Elder Fae several times. In addition to being a massively huge place, it was also filled with powerful and dangerous creatures who thought nothing of eating people for lunch and their pets for dessert. The Elder Fae were a breed apart. They were the predecessors of OW and ES Fae, ancient and mostly unique. Seldom were there more than one of each type. They paid no attention to the laws of any land—be it human or Fae—and lived by their rules and their rules alone.
Regardless of how nervous it made me, Derisa was right. Having the Elder Fae as neighbors was far less dangerous than should Telazhar discover the portal and bring through the Demonkin and goblin hordes. But, that didn’t mean we would be able to let up our guard. In fact, if something decided to meander through, chances were the creature would be far more powerful, on an individual level, than anything from OW, but it wouldn’t necessarily be out to kill us.
“Lovely. How are you going to reset the destination point?”
“That’s one of my talents. I was trained over the past few years in how to adjust the magical settings of the vortexes. I’d show you how but I don’t think your magic would be well-suited for it.” She winked at me, and I finally managed a smile.
“Right. Well, then, do you want to go do that now? It’s nearing daylight.”
“Resetting the portal isn’t the only thing I came for—it is simply one facet of what we need to discuss. There is far more.” She regarded me silently for a moment and then, quietly, reached in one pocket and pulled out something. When she set it in front of me, I shivered.
A raven feather.
“No,” I whispered. “No . . . I hoped it was just my imagination.”
“I’m sorry, but no. I can feel your thoughts . . . what you saw was not an illusion.” Derisa shifted in her chair.
She knew. She knew about my vision.
“There’s a journey you must undertake, Camille. You must walk under the raven’s wing.” Derisa gave me a faint smile, and I knew there was no getting out of this one. When my High Priestess gave me orders, I obeyed without question, regardless of what they might be.
“Take me to the dragon,” I said, not even sure who I was talking to. My voice reverberated through the kitchen, coming to rest in silence.
All eyes were on us and the fear from my vision came sweeping through again as the image of the giant dragon roared to life in my mind. I slowly reached out, picked up the feather, falling into trance swiftly, as if I were being sucked down a deep well.
At first, I could hear the flutter of wings. Ravens, again. Then something came through, sweeping the air into great currents. The presence of an ancient force, rising out of the depths, filled my senses and I caught my breath as the stench of sulfur and molten stone engulfed me. Choking on the acrid fumes, I coughed, but fear froze the tickle in my throat as two giant eyes glowed out of the darkness at me—round and brilliant, black orbs in a field of
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