Time Masters Book One; The Call (An Urban Fantasy, Time Travel Romance) by Geralyn Beauchamp Read Free Book Online Page B

again, t alk of monsters and other strange c reatures roa ming in the wil ds.  Then of course you have people disappearing left and right never to be seen or heard from again. ”  John balled one hand into a fist and made like he was going to hit something. “ I can’t wait to get my hands on the person responsi ble!” 
    He then caught and cal med himself. “But Dallan has got to be ready to do his part.”
    Both John and Lany became somber. Kwaku Awahnee’s wife Zara was entering into her fertile stage.  Neither was allowed to serve once she became pregnant.  And even though that could be months even years down the road, the Elders wanted Kwaku to give up his post early and install Dallan Mac D onald as the new Time Master. H ave him be the one to find the culprit behind all the instigating and put a stop to it.
    John and Lany looked at each other, their expressions grave.
    Mankind’s entire existence was about to be borne upon the shoulders of a very reluctant ancient Scottish Highlander who as yet had no idea that in order to save them all, he woul d have to willingly join with a specifi c Muiraran from the royal house of Shamaelon. In all probability, once joined, the most powerful creature the humans or Muirarans had ever seen.
    No w all John had to do was make sure the Scot was ready to listen.
    And then of course, talk him into it.

Oh sweet shy girl, with roses in her heart,
    And love-light in her face, like those up grown;
    Full of still dreams and thoughts that dream-like start.
    From fi ts of solitude when not alone!
    Gay dancer over thresholds of bright days.
    Tears to her eyes as laughter to her lips;
    A game of hide and seek with time she plays,
    Time hiding his eyes from hers in bright eclipse.
     
    John James Piatt
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    Somewhere in the latter part of the twentieth century…
     
    First comes the immobilization, followed by the haunting melodic sound of a multitude of violins. Then she would be awake, sweating, her heart in her throat. Without thinking she would get out of bed and turn automatically to the bathroom acro ss the hall to look at her refl ection.
    What she saw in the mirror after one of her dreams was always the same: a face thin, pale, E lvin in appearance. Her t ired lost eyes, a bright green, would strugg le to recognize their own reflection. Th e ghostly face never remained that way though ; a minute sometimes, but no longer. About thirty seconds was average, including the time it took to get up and run from her bedroom to the bathroom.
    Shona Whittard decided she must keep a mirror at her bedside from now on. That would give her more time to examine herself before the face faded away and was replaced by her own. Or was it?
    She began to wonder as she dragged herself up from the bathroom fl oor, clung to a towel rack for support, and desperately tried to collect what was left of her sanity. “That was a close one.” The bewildered statement left her lips on a whisper, her thoughts racing about in her mind like a busy freeway. She couldn’t pin one down long enough to ward off the confusion always waiting for her after the face faded. As if her own mind didn’t want her to ask the obvious. And this time was even worse. This time what she saw in the mirror had caused her to vomit and nearly faint .
    She wiped at her mouth as she mindlessly flushed the toilet.  After closing her eyes a moment she stared at herself in the mirror again . Answers. She needed answers.
    Shona took a nearby cup, filled it with water and rinsed the sour taste of vomit from her mouth.  She then straightened herself slowly. A lancing pain in her right shoulder had kept her from moving much of the afternoon and now wanted to render her immobile. She rubbed it gingerly. “First I lose my mind, and now this .”
    She grasped her shoulder and staggered to the darkened bedroom across the hall, her voice a ragged whisper. “Hold together, hold together. Come on, do not fall apart!”