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  • Queen of the Darkness(Black Jewels,Book 3)(135) by Anne Bishop
  • The golden spider studied the two tangled webs of dreams and visions.

    More deaths. Many deaths.

    It was time.

    Remember this web. Remember every strand, every thread.

    Throughout the cold season, she had been pulled away from her own dreaming, compelled to study the web that had shaped this living myth, the Queen who was Witch. And she had realized it would not be enough, because living inside the flesh had changed this dream. It wasmore now. And, somehow, she needed to add that "more" to the web. Without it, Kaeleer's Heart would be gone for too many seasons—and would not be quite the same when the dream returned.

    She continued to study the webs.

    The brown dog, Ladvarian, was the key. He would be able to bring her the "more" she needed.

    Yes. It was time.

    She returned to the chamber within the sacred caves, and began to weave the web for dreams that were already made flesh.

    Chapter Thirteen

    1 / Kaeleer

    The First Circle of the Dark Court gathered at the Keep. At least, the humans in the First Circle had gathered, Saetan amended as he listened to Khardeen's grim report about the attacks that had taken place in Scelt during the past three weeks. There had been attackseverywhere in the last three weeks. Maybe that was why the kindred hadn't answered Jaenelle's summons to come to the Keep. Maybe the kindred Queens and Warlord Princes didn't dare withdraw their strength away from their own lands. Or maybe it was the beginning of a rift between humans and kindred. Maybe they were withdrawing from what they considered a human conflict in order to save themselves.

    But he would have thought Ladvarian, at the very least, would have come so that he could explain things to the rest of the kindred.He would have realized the conflict wouldn't be confined to humans. Hell's fire, kindred hadalready been attacked.

    But Ladvarian wasn't there—and it worried him.

    Two other things worried him: the flickers of grief and resignation he was picking up from Andulvar, Prothvar, and Mephis—who had all fought, and died, in the last war between Terreille and Kaeleer—and the fact that Jaenelle had been sitting there for the past two hours with such blankness in her eyes he started to wonder if she hadn't created a simple shadow to fill a space at the table.

    "Just defending against these attacks isn't going to save our lands or our people," Aaron said. "There are Terreillean armies gathering against us. If the enemy who's alreadyin Kaeleer gains control of a Gate and opens it for those armies... We need to do somethingnow."

    "Yes, you do need to do something," Jaenelle said in a hollow voice. "You need to retreat."

    Protests from all sides rose up in a wave of sound.

    "You need to retreat," Jaenelle repeated. "And you will send all of the Queens and Warlord Princes in your Territories to the Keep."

    Stunned silence met that statement.

    "But, Jaenelle," Morghann said after a moment, "the Warlord Princes are needed to lead the fighting. And asking Queens to leave their lands while their people are under attack ..."

    "They won't be needed if the people retreat."

    "Just how far are we supposed to retreat?" Gabrielle snapped.

    "As far as necessary."

    Aaron shook his head. "We need to gather our warriors into armies to fight against the Terreilleans and—"

    "Kaeleerwill not go to war with Terreille," Jaenelle said in her midnight voice.

    Chaosti sprang up from his seat. "We're already at war!"

    "No, we are not."

    "So we're at war with Little Terreille, since that's where these attackers have been hiding," Lucivar growled. "It's the same thing."

    Jaenelle's eyes turned to ice. "We're not at war with anyone."

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