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Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen The images floated in and out of my view, sharper than dreams, but they were no longer of Morgan. They were of war. Men on horseback, hundreds of them, swords glittering in the fading evening light, horses braying and whinnying as the men chased something—or someone—I could not see. Before I could blink, the whole scene melted as my vision blurred. Shapes and colors were all I could make out now. It was as if someone had draped a gauzy veil in front of my eyes. Light and darkness alternated as I struggled to get my bearings. “She is beginning to awaken.” An echoing voice spoke from somewhere across a great void. I tried to tell the voice to leave me alone, but my mouth wouldn’t work. This was all so strange. Why wouldn’t my lips move? Where was the rest of my body? A
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