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I don’t think it’s a spell, but it isn’t supposed to be there.” He exhaled. “I wasn’t strong enough to remove it.”
“But Junior had a way with herbs and plants.” “The perfect poisoner,” I muttered.
“This is the bridge all wild and domesticated creatures pass through on their way to the Summerlands.”
“Women of any power are persecuted. Today is better than it ever was, but men will never stop trying to subjugate us. It is, unfortunately, the price we must pay to keep the world in balance. Our light must fight against their dark.”
Sometimes, something roils and festers in our minds. An experience when we were young. A wrong we experienced due to no fault of our own. A miscarriage of justice we can’t quite get over. Darkness feeds on those things and usually we can expel it by working on ourselves, but some wounds are too deep, and it claws its way in and hangs on tight.”
Nyx leaned forward and clasped Ryan’s shoulder. “I am not unfamiliar with your…experience,” he said after a moment. “We see much where I live.” Nyx’s eyes took on a soft glow. “Whether we want to or not. Remember, memories are not always reliable, Ryan. Sometimes they take on a life of their own. Sorcha will do her best to help you if you let her.”
One person’s pain might be immeasurable, and another might come through the experience relatively unscathed.
Sorcha laughed. “Perhaps he shoves it away like a leprechaun at the end of the rainbow.”
