Cramped and dark, the house had very little furniture, most of it thin wood with rickety chairs covered in something like burlap. There were no photographs on the walls and no techno. A rocking chair with a blanket draped over it rested against the far wall. A wooden pump handle stabbed up from a tin sink, and empty pales for carrying water littered the floor.
She sat at a small, round table shrouded with a black tablecloth. There were two old, high-back chairs situated around the table. Bending slightly, she lifted a wooden box from the floor. The case was painted white and decorated with red flowers, like a child had drawn them. She set it on the table and nodded to the other chair. “Sit down, Commander Cochran. You are someone who has done interesting things. Therefore, I won’t curse you. My curses are real, and they never lift. That’s why men fear me and give me money.” A hard look crept into her eyes. “For six months I’ve had a recurring dream, Thad Cochran. I see a nameless, formless, black-eyed monster coming to destroy everything. Then I see a tall, handsome Guild officer, and I hear the monster call his name, Thad Cochran.” She motioned with her bony hand. “Sit.”
He sat.
“In the dream I see you coming to Geth, but I cannot tell if you are friend or foe.” She peered at him in the dim light. “I have inquired about you. It is said you are the greatest star pilot to ever live, but also you are a Thieves Guild hoodlum.”
She sat at a small, round table shrouded with a black tablecloth. There were two old, high-back chairs situated around the table. Bending slightly, she lifted a wooden box from the floor. The case was painted white and decorated with red flowers, like a child had drawn them. She set it on the table and nodded to the other chair. “Sit down, Commander Cochran. You are someone who has done interesting things. Therefore, I won’t curse you. My curses are real, and they never lift. That’s why men fear me and give me money.” A hard look crept into her eyes. “For six months I’ve had a recurring dream, Thad Cochran. I see a nameless, formless, black-eyed monster coming to destroy everything. Then I see a tall, handsome Guild officer, and I hear the monster call his name, Thad Cochran.” She motioned with her bony hand. “Sit.”
He sat.
“In the dream I see you coming to Geth, but I cannot tell if you are friend or foe.” She peered at him in the dim light. “I have inquired about you. It is said you are the greatest star pilot to ever live, but also you are a Thieves Guild hoodlum.”
"I am, Morning Toill, the daughter of, Geth--the last of his powerful children. Today the Thieves Guild pilot will come to see me, just as I have dreamed--my dreams are always true. He is the one they will call Lazarus, but he will not accept it when I tell him so. The tale of Thad Cochran begins here with me, and I will show him what is coming. A bloodthirsty one he will one day be, and not even his love for Maggie Thorn will keep him forever on the path of peace. One day soon, the Thieves Guild pilot will face his destiny…at a faraway place called, the North Ridge. There the avenger will confront the dreamer, and only the spirits know which one will prevail."
A novella eBook--Prequel of The Guild Saga Series.
A novella eBook--Prequel of The Guild Saga Series.
