Disclaimer and Author's note: Neh, I do not own this world or anything of
Anne Bishop's... I simply own copies of the trilogy. O.o There's some
disturbing (not too disturbing... but at least mildly disturbing
nonetheless) parts in this, somewhere, if i continue to add on to this, so
you have been forewarned. :)
Prologue - Part I
Far off, the earth trembled, and this island she inhabited, was beat upon with the waves of Witch's howling and rejoice. Water dug its fingers into the easily-moulded sand, penetrating deeper than that layer to the ground dirt; it tore away chunks of the shore, the cradle it had long laid upon in the calm rising and falling of tides. Sea foam skittered and beaded across bushes, fish crying out with their mouths gaping, eyes rolling in fearful flight as onto the land they could not live on they landed. Beneath the island, against the foundation itself a sea-storm repeatedly tossed and crashed the huge rocks that had gathered upon the floor. Crabs scuttled into their shells, clams snapped shut; seahorses hopped away frantically but them and their homes were not spared, and neither were others'. The one who had made her home on dry land, -- she shuddered, claws grating the walls of her cave, scales rippling as she strained to keep her eyes on the wide moon above.
In her belly, other tremors were released. She grunted, nostrils flaring as she realized her unborn child was awake. She struggled to a vertical position, at the entrance of the cave. *See,* she said, softly, sending the mental image of the moon to her child, *It waits------- *
The sea finally ripped the island free, severing the connection of land to land and setting it adrift amongst wild-eyed pearl strings and convulsing waves. The island leaped high in the air, jumping at the backlash of the sea, and landed violently. The set down loosened the cave's ceiling; hesitantly, then all at once, the stones crashed and tumbled. Her eyes lost their dream-filled consciousness, and she never finished her thought. *It waits.*
Prologue - Part I
Far off, the earth trembled, and this island she inhabited, was beat upon with the waves of Witch's howling and rejoice. Water dug its fingers into the easily-moulded sand, penetrating deeper than that layer to the ground dirt; it tore away chunks of the shore, the cradle it had long laid upon in the calm rising and falling of tides. Sea foam skittered and beaded across bushes, fish crying out with their mouths gaping, eyes rolling in fearful flight as onto the land they could not live on they landed. Beneath the island, against the foundation itself a sea-storm repeatedly tossed and crashed the huge rocks that had gathered upon the floor. Crabs scuttled into their shells, clams snapped shut; seahorses hopped away frantically but them and their homes were not spared, and neither were others'. The one who had made her home on dry land, -- she shuddered, claws grating the walls of her cave, scales rippling as she strained to keep her eyes on the wide moon above.
In her belly, other tremors were released. She grunted, nostrils flaring as she realized her unborn child was awake. She struggled to a vertical position, at the entrance of the cave. *See,* she said, softly, sending the mental image of the moon to her child, *It waits------- *
The sea finally ripped the island free, severing the connection of land to land and setting it adrift amongst wild-eyed pearl strings and convulsing waves. The island leaped high in the air, jumping at the backlash of the sea, and landed violently. The set down loosened the cave's ceiling; hesitantly, then all at once, the stones crashed and tumbled. Her eyes lost their dream-filled consciousness, and she never finished her thought. *It waits.*