Then the feeling passed as swiftly as it had arrived and the squirrel released its breath and looked around. Somewhere, many miles distant, something was stirring, changing … wakening. The squirrel may have lacked the words for what stole into its mind, but in the same way that it knew the terror of jackal teeth and the lure of high branches, a vague yet frightening awareness was taking shape. In and amongst the trees, fur and feather trembled in a vice-grip. The deep, shuddering stillness flowed through the woods. Tawny hair all over its body now rose and quivered as moss began to prickle underfoot. It was like a swelling of the air, a flexing of the ground, as if some enormous power had been hurled into the earth hundreds of miles away sending tremors throughout the land.ĭirectly over a country lane, a young squirrel was clamped to the limb of an ancient walnut tree. It came from the east, from the mountain wilderness of DinEilan. The woods grew still as everything was pressed under a deep, vast silence. This table is intended as a reference, not a door for sneak previews.Ī hush of anticipation swept through the trees, causing forest creatures to hesitate in their scratchings and birds to falter in their songs. All characters and events in this book, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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