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

a world-famous rock band, when this flying

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