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The Gazing Globe
By Candace Sams
Prologue
"I've found them, and they're dead, Shayla. Both died recently. I would have called you, but this entire
situation has been very hard to take. If only I could have gotten here sooner." Hugh McTavish ran a hand
through his hair and sighed.
Shayla Gallagher tightly gripped the phone as the news set in. "I'm sorry, Hugh. Sorry for all of us. I
loved them as much as you did and had hoped they would return."
"The search wasn't in vain. They had a son. His name is Blain, and he's a grown man with the build of a
pure warrior. I introduced myself, and he knew nothing about me. It appears my brother and Syndra hid
everything well."
Shayla closed her eyes and shook her head. "Damn Freyja! Her hate is still touching us all. Syndra's
and Arthur's son should be among us. This matter has gone on far too long. How did the young man
react when you met him?" She heard Hugh swallow hard and clear his throat.
"He knew I was related to Arthur the moment he laid eyes on me. After so many years, we must have
still looked alike. And Blain was so excited to see me, and so full of questions. It was all I could do to
keep from telling him everything, Shayla. But there's something wrong here. Blain told me his parents'
deaths were coincidental, but the circumstances are too odd. They died of different illnesses that came on
quickly, and nowBlaineis ill as well."
Shayla quickly stood up and pushed her desk chair away. "Tell me everything, Hugh. Don't leave out a
single detail."
"According to Blain, Arthur was as healthy as any man could be. Then, he suddenly dropped dead of
heart failure while working in the fields. Soon after that, Syndra became ill and died. It seems some of her
organs stopped working."
"Forgive me for asking this Hugh, but is there any way Blain could have discovered some powers of his
own and used them adversely? Even by mistake?"
"I've thought of that, but there isn't any way he could have harmed them, Shayla. Blain loved his parents
and was crushed by their deaths. Even in the few days I've known him, his love for them is evident in
everything he says and does. I can't sense any deception, and he says the doctors ruled his parents'
deaths as natural."
Hugh paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm convinced that someone had a hand in
Arthur's and Syndra's deaths, and now they're after Blain. I've found hexes and talisman's connected with
black magic around the farm. Whoever is using this black magic obviously has enough power to finish
him off, but it's like they're torturing him for a reason. Playing with him as though they're testing him and
his abilities. He is a blend after all, and I'm afraid this may all lead back to the events surrounding Freyja.
I...I believe someone may know about us."
Shayla shivered at his words. "I need to know exactly where you are."
"New England. A place called Harvest,Maine."
"Shayla quickly motioned one of her waiting assistants to come forward. She put her hand over the
receiver and gave the girl instructions to book an immediate flight toNew England. Then she gave Hugh
her full attention again. "I'm already booking a flight, and I'll be there as quickly as I can. Now, tell me
anything else you can. Nothing is too trivial."
"I've told you everything I know. Whatever is happening, I'm not about to stand idly by and let my own
flesh and blood die as his father and mother may have."
"There, there, darling," she soothed as Hugh's anger and pain echoed in the tone of his voice. "If the
Goddess allows, I'll not only save his life, but get him back here safely. I owe Arthur and Syndra that
much, even if it turns out they never wanted to return or to have anything to do with us."
"Could youBlainethem if they didn't?" Hugh angrily asked. "What kind of world did we live in where
two young people had to run and hide because they loved one another?"
I agree with you, and I'll be there, soon, darling I might not be able to get away tomorrow but go alone.
I want to get to know my nephew better, and I can protect him against is happening to him for that short
period of time."
"Absolutely not! You could both end up dead."
"I beg you, Shayla. I'll begin reversing the hexes or at least slow their effects. But I think Blain needs to
get to know me before we tell him who he really is or he may reject the Order and endanger himself
further. If his health worsens or I begin to feel ill, I'll phone you immediately."
Shayla considered the request. "All right, dear. But I'll be there three weeks to the day. And if you
don't check in regularly, I'll be bringing warriors with me."
"Thank you, my heart." He paused and lowered his voice. "I miss you."
Shayla gripped the phone with both hands. "Being without you is agonizing."
"My love is yours no matter where we are."
"Take the greatest care, Hugh."
"I will. And sleep well, my darling. I dream of you."
"And I dream of you," she whispered and slowly hung up the phone. As soon as she placed the
receiver back down, Shayla turned to her staff. "Bring me everything we have on old Freyja. Start with
the battle thirty years ago and work your way back."
The young assistant bowed his head and hurried from the room to do as the Sorceress of The Ancients
commanded.
Chapter One
"Don't do this, lad. You should get some rest."
"We've had this argument before, Hugh. Don't worry about me. I'll feel better after I've been outside."
Blain stared out the back screen door knowing his uncle was right. He couldn't get over the illness
plaguing him, keep up with the farm work and still go out in the woods at night. But it wasn't something
he could help. He simply had to go or face being even more sick. He dragged his gaze away from the
woods and glanced over his shoulder at Hugh once more.
"What about tomorrow? If you go out tonight, how will you feel then?" Hugh asked, frustration in his
voice.
"I'll worry about that later. I appreciate your concern, but don't wait up. I can deal with this," Blain lied.
Once he was outside and away from the farmhouse, he stripped off his clothing and ran naked, as
though his life depended upon being in contact with nature. In fact, he believed it really did. Because he
was weak, he had to push himself, but the effort paid off. When he finally reached the end of a very long
forest path, he stopped and rested against a tree. The illness already seemed to be leaving his body.
He dragged fresh, clean air into his lungs and sank to his knees. The doctor had been unable to tell him
why he was sometimes so weak he could barely move. Was his sickness something rare? Something they
couldn't diagnose and for which there was no cure? He didn't know why running naked made a
difference in how he felt, but he had to do it. It was an obsession. And because that yearning was so
abnormal he wondered if his mind was failing along with his health. Would he not only end up dying
slowly, but insane as well? The fear that he might scared the hell out of him. There were only two people
in his life that he could go to with his fear—his girlfriend, Rhiannon and his uncle, Hugh.
He'd tried telling Rhiannon about the malady plaguing him but talking wasn't one of her favorite
pastimes. She preferred raw, unadulterated sex. As much as she could get. At one time it had pleased
him to give it to her. Now, even sex made him feel drained and weak. Only by running in the woods at
night did he find any peace. Afterward, he felt whole again. Strong and ready to face a new day.
Hugh was the only one who knew about his nightly nude dashes through the woods, and he didn't seem
to consider Blain's actions as odd. And that, in itself, was bizarre. Anyone else would have called a
shrink and had him committed by now.
But how long could the cycle of work, illness and running nude in the woods at night last? It was an
absurd way to live. But since medical science had no answers, he relented to the call of nature and let
that be his treatment.
The longer he stayed in the woods, the better he felt, so Blain lingered to gather more strength. A full
moon hung overhead like an ornament, and it vaguely reminded him of something he couldn't quite
pinpoint. Had the moon's surface been shiny and cast a reflection, its appearance would seem more
appropriate to him. He had a faint sense that what he was thinking of or remembering might have been
something out of the past. Something he'd heard one of his parents speak of. Whatever it was, the
moon's surface just needed a little imaginary rearranging, and he might be able to grab onto the memory.
The more he struggled to recall that elusive memory, however, the more vague the entire concept
became.
He sighed and gave up. That's when he looked toward the forest again and saw the symbol. In the
moon's strong light, it was clearly visible. Someone had deeply carved a picture of a stick man into the
side of an oak tree, then slashed through the image with a sharp blade.
He walked toward the image, lifted his hand to touch it, but he immediately began to feel ill. But that
was not only crazy, it was impossible. Touching a vandal's graffiti couldn't make someone sick. Yet, here
he was, engulfed by dizziness and nausea all over again.
He fought off the symptoms by trying to replace them with an emotional cure. Anger. This was his
property. No one was supposed to be out here defacing his trees. As he stared at the carving, he
acknowledged that it was an unusual way to mar the bark. Kids would scratch out their names or
something they could see later and lay claim to. This was something all together different—something
almost sinister. The event caused him to add anxiety to the list of the other problems afflicting him. Who
the hell was in his woods and what were they doing to the trees?
"You've brought everything?"
"I have it all, just as you asked."
"Then leave it and do as you've been told."
"I will, Mistress. But there are easier ways to do this. I could simply put something into his food. We
can't keep sneaking around forever. Someone will see us or he'll discover trespassers have been on his
land. It's risky."
The old woman pushed the hood of her cloak back and sneered. "Have I taught you nothing? We'll
have the police down on us if we do it your way. His parents died within a short time of one another.
That might seem odd to some. But killing the boy now will make those deaths seem positively suspicious.
That's why I didn't take them all out at once. My way is best. Slowly, one at a time, and using magic to
our advantage. No one must ever know what really happened. Besides, it will be more painful for him
this way. And his lingering pain is exactly what I want. We haven't planned all this out only to screw up
by rushing. I want Shayla here first. I'll have my revenge." The old woman paused and looked up into the
moonlit sky. "You'll do this my way, or you can clear out. Do you understand?"
"Fine. But he knows something is wrong. His powers of resistance are definitely stronger than his
parents' or he'd be dead already. We don't know how much more we'll have to do to kill him, and we
may not be able keep this up now that his uncle is with him. We'll surely get caught."
"After tonight, we may not have to go out there again. I'll do my job now. You do yours later, just as
I've instructed." The old, cloaked woman waved a hand in a dismissive gesture. "Now go."
The other cloaked figure bowed and quietly walked away.
***
Hugh walked into the hallway, picked up the phone and dialed the special number. He was only on the
phone long enough to relay what was necessary when he sensed a presence behind him. He quickly
ended the call and turned around. Blain stood there, leaning against a wall.
"Calling friends?" Blain asked as he brought a large glass of ice water to his lips.
"I thought you would be outside for a while longer, lad."
"I felt so much better that I cut my run a little short tonight." No sense worrying his uncle over
something the doctors couldn't fix or even diagnose.
Hugh took note of the younger man's sweaty face. "Go upstairs and get cleaned up, lad. I'll bring you
some fresh lemonade."
"Sounds like a plan," Blain responded. As always, Hugh was a mystery. He knew the older man
wouldn't tell him about the phone call, and it wasn't as if it really made a difference. But it was just one
more piece of a puzzle that, so far, resisted being solved. Hugh had shown up, literally, on his doorstep
just a few short weeks earlier. The initial shock that he had a living relative was replaced by the emotional
attachment he quickly formed with Hugh. Hugh helped fill the gaping hole that had been left in his life by
his father's unexpected death, followed shortly by his mother's.
He walked upstairs, shed the clothing he'd put on after running, and made his way to the shower. It
helped knowing Hugh was here, that he wasn't completely alone. But why hadn't his parents told him he
had an uncle. From the way Hugh spoke about his parents, they had all loved each other very much. So,
why all the secrecy? And were there other relatives he hadn't been told about? Even if there were other
relatives, he'd probably never get to meet them. He wouldn't be able to lie about how really sick he was
any longer. The pain and illness seemed to be with him almost constantly now.
A knock on the door brought him out of his somber reverie. He stepped out of the shower and pulled
on his bathrobe. Then, he half-jogged to the bedroom door to open it.
Hugh walked in with a cool pitcher of fresh lemonade and a plate of shortbread cookies. "These will fix
you right up." He smiled as he set the tray down near the bed.
"Thanks." Blain paused until Hugh was through laying out the snack. "I, uh, don't suppose I could finally
talk you into telling me about Mom, Dad and yourself?" He had an urgent need to know about the
secrecy surrounding his family.
"All right, lad. I'll answer what I can for now. You'll know everything when it's time."
Blain laughed and spread out his hands expressively. "Now, that's exactly what I'm wondering about.
Why can't I just get a straight answer?"
"Trust me, my lad. You don't want to know everything right now."
"It's that bad?" Blain asked with a glass of lemonade halfway to his lips.
"No, not at all. But there are some things you're just not ready to hear. I can tell you that your parents
and me were verra' close and that they didn't want to leaveScotland. But they loved one another and had
to leave."
"Why did they have to leave? What was wrong inScotland?"
Whatever Hugh's response might have been was stopped by the ringing of the upstairs phone. Blain
sighed in exasperation, put his glass down and walked into the hallway. He returned a few moments later
and reached into his dresser drawer for a pair of jeans.
"You're not going out?" Hugh asked in disbelief.
"Yep. That was Rhi on the phone. I don't know when I'll be back, so don't wait up." He saw Hugh
shake his head in disapproval. Clearly, his relationship with Rhiannon Stone troubled his uncle. Hugh's
expression turned dour whenever Rhi's name was mentioned. But Hugh pretty much kept his opinions to
himself. Occasionally, however, he would make an offhand remark about how Blain should get more rest
and quit gallivanting. But Blain couldn't help the urge to see Rhiannon. What harm could there be in
spending time with a sexy, desirable woman? If it turned out that his intuition about his illness was correct,
he might have very little time left. He tried to push his fears aside and concentrate on having a good time.
***
"Damn! I'll never get this right,"AftonO'Malley complained as she pushed her hair over her shoulder.
Even the presence of the powerful rowan and oak trees, especially planted for those less adept in Druid
powers, didn't seem to help She knew she'd never learn to conjure if she couldn't focus. Frustrated and
out of patience, she carefully looked around the clearing. Then she picked up a carryall containing
crystals, herb bundles, scissors, and other paraphernalia needed to make charms. She started to walk
into the cool, inviting woods.
"One moment,AftonO'Malley. Where do you think you're going?"
Afton inwardly cringed as Shayla, her mentor, stepped from the shadows. The afternoon breeze blew
the older woman's white Druid robe and cape against her body. Her silver hair was braided and hung
down her back.Aftonknew the woman meant to appear imposing. As she caught site of her oldest
brother, however, she groaned and momentarily forgot about the Sorceress. Gawain wore one of his
eternal and infuriating I'll protect you expressions.
"Shayla. Gawain. I didn't know anyone was around."Aftonunsuccessfully tried to mask her anger as she
faced her teacher and brother. "I was just going to take a few moments in the woods to gather some wild
herbs for a new tea I'm blending."
"You'll not leave this clearing until you've conjured wind or at least a small breeze," Shayla declared.
"May as well break wind," a small voice said from under a large fern. "It'd be a whole lot quicker More
accurate, too."
Gawain turned and angrily addressed the little elf, "Keep quiet, Pluck! WhenAftonwants your opinion,
she'll ask."
"Don't be impatient with Pluck simply becauseAftonhas failed to concentrate," Shayla admonished
"Who asked Pluck to spy on me anyway? He should mind his own bloody business."Aftonplaced her
hands on her hips and glowered at the little brown-clad man in the foliage. She watched as he hopped
upon a nearby rock which made his diminutive height nearer her own five and a half feet.
"For your information, Shayla asked me to keep an eye on you. You're not concentrating on your
lessons." Pluck straightened his brown pointed cap over equally pointed ears.
"That'll be enough out of both of you." Shayla raised a graceful hand to stop the argument. "You may
go, Pluck. I want to speak toAftonalone."
When the elf sat and smugly glared atAftonas if he'd had the last word, Shayla clapped her hands
together sharply. Pluck jumped from the rock and ran into the woods as if some unseen horror was
chasing him.
"You may go, too, Gawain." Shayla waved a hand at him in dismissal.
Gawain nodded and turned to leave. "I'll be in the next clearing, Flower. Come get me when you're
through here, and I'll walk you home."
"You sent Pluck to watch me?"Aftonasked as she watched her brother leave. Then she dropped her
gaze and focused on the bare toes peeking from beneath her white robe.
"I wouldn't have done so had you been more conscientious about your conjuring. But I can't be
everywhere at once."
"Yes, but he'll tell everyone in the woods that no matter how hard I try, I still can't summon a minor
breeze. Every elf, fairy, and gnome in the Order will know I can't do what a child apprentice should be
able to do. And I'm no child."
"That's true, but you have only yourself toBlaine. That's why your parents sent you to me. And
Gawain's protectiveness isn't helping matters." Shayla walked to a nearby flat rock and patted the surface
next to her. "Are you trying as hard as you can, girl?"
Aftonnodded as she sat down. "I am, but don'tBlaineGawain for being overprotective. He thinks he's
helping." She sighed and attempted to get the Sorceress to understand. "I try to concentrate. It's just that
there's so much to do and to see. And I wonder about using powers at all."
"How so?" Shayla raised her hand, invitingAftonto finish her thoughts.
"Please don't be angry, Shayla. But what are such powers used for other than starting fires and bringing
down a little rain now and then? It isn't as if they'll be used against any of our own kind. We certainly
can't go into the outside world and display such capabilities. I'd rather concentrate on the Druid rituals,
ceremonies and customs."
"Afton, if our kind is to be protected from the outside world, everyone in the Order must learn all they
can about their particular faction and their respective powers. You know this. Fairies learn what they
must with glamour. Trolls and pixies learn their powers of camouflage, and you must hone your own
skills. If a crisis arises, you may need your powers to help yourself or one of the Order. It will be too late
for you to learn your craft at the last moment. The power to summon elements won't simply come to you
without prior preparation. Those elements must be controlled through practice. Many years of it. Take a
look at Gawain. He's very powerful, and he's become so through practice."
"I know. He and everyone else in my family have told me a thousand times that practice makes perfect.
But how many times have our kind actually had to use our powers against outsiders? When Gawain goes
toLondon, he never speaks of having to protect himself."
"He uses his powers more than you realize. He probably doesn't tell you about the things that happen
to him to keep you and your parents from worrying."
Aftonstared at Shayla in alarm. She opened her mouth to ask about the matter, but Shayla held up a
hand to silence her. "I'll tell you about all that another time. Right now, I believe a change of scene is in
order. You're too attached to these woods and those who dwell within them. Things here are distracting
you."
Aftonwaited as Shayla paused and pulled the front of her robe together. As if it were a portent, a cloud
blocked out the sun and shadowed them
"A matter of some urgent business has arisen, and I'll need an assistant to accompany me on a trip.
Would you consider coming along?" Shayla asked.
"Travel? Oh, Shayla I'd love it. I've never been anywhere butEnglandandScotland. Where would we
go?Ireland, or maybe evenFrance?"Aftonsmiled at the prospect of seeing more of the world.
"I'm afraid the trip will take us farther away from ancient ground than that. This journey will be to the
States."
Aftonfelt her jaw drop. "The States? Why would we be needed there?Europehas always contained our
most sacred grounds. And you just returned from the States not long ago."
"Yes, but I've received an urgent message from Hugh. He's found what remains of some deserters,"
Shayla told her as she rose from her seat and took several steps away.
"Deserters from the Order? What will you do to them?"Aftonwhispered. She knew that anyone leaving
the Order without permission could be put to death. The rule was an ancient one meant to protect the
Order from human discovery. InAfton's twenty-three years, she couldn't recall the necessity for that
particular law to be invoked.
"You know as well as I what our law states. However, this is quite an exceptional situation. The two
main offenders have met their fate. Only their child remains, and this boy is unaware of his heritage."
"How could he not know of his relationship to the Order?"Aftontilted her head in confusion as she
stood up and stared at her mentor.
"I told you, this is an exceptional situation. I'll explain everything later," Shayla said as her voice took on
a wistful quality.
Aftonwatched as the older woman's eyes grew teary. It was as if she was temporarily lost in the past,
remembering something painful.
Shaking her head as if she could clear her mind of distant memories, Shayla walked back to her stone
bench and sat down again. "Now, back to work on your conjuring skills. You'll need the practice before
we leave in a week's time."
Aftonquickly walked to the middle of the clearing and began to practice her powers again. She looked
at the sky and watched the wind move the clouds about. But the phenomenon was only a force of nature,
and not a sign of her meager attempts to manipulate the elements. She wondered if she would ever be
worthy of her heritage and bold enough to live her own life without her brother Gawain's well-meant
interference.
***
"Are you sure about this, Flower? You've never been outside sacred ground," Gawain frowned as he
watched his sister pack.
Aftonsighed and turned to face him. "If Mom, Dad and everyone else isn't worried, why are you? And
why do you insist on using that ridiculous nickname. I'm all grown up, Gawain. Or hadn't you noticed?"
He shrugged. "I've noticed. So have a lot of men in the Order. But I can't help remembering when I
first saw you all those years ago. You were two hours old when I was allowed to hold you. I was only
ten, but I felt ancient when you were placed in my arms. You were so small and had the cutest little
button nose. And the color of your eyes reminded me of the bluebells that grow in the Goblin Meadow.
That's when I called you Flower. The name just stuck."
Afton's eyes misted. How could she be annoyed with her big-hearted sibling, especially when this was
the first time she'd heard why he'd bestowed her with that stupid nickname.Aftonalways assumed it was
because she liked flowers, not because her eyes reminded Gawain of them.
Gawain leaned against the door frame and continued. "You know, you smiled at me and managed to
grab onto my fingers with all the strength of a baby ogre. I knew then and there that I would never let
anything happen to you. I know what the world outside the sacred forest can be like. You don't. Despite
what the Sorceress says, I just don't want to see you get into trouble, Flower. I worry."
For a moment,Aftonwas taken aback. She'd never before seen all this emotion pouring from her oldest
brother, and she had to swallow down a large lump in her throat. But then she remembered Shayla's
assertion that Gawain had been forced to use his powers in the outside world to stay safe. It frightened
her to know he'd been at risk.
"How many times have you had problems that you haven't mentioned? The Sorceress led me to believe
you haven't been so safe," she accused and watched his reaction closely.
"That's different. I've got a bit more experience at this kind of thing, and I..."
"Don't, Gawain. Don't go into that big brother, macho thing. You've deliberately let us all believe
nothing ever happens to you when you're traveling. Mom and Dad would be worried sick if they knew
you'd had to use your powers to protect yourself. And I'd be just as worried about you, too."
"There was no use letting them know since everything has always worked out. I'm here. No scrapes,
bruises or broken bones."
Aftonknew he was lying and that he wouldn't tell her about his experiences in the outside world. So she
took courage from his nonchalant attitude. "The Sorceress needs me. Goddess only knows why she's
chosen me, but I'm going, and I don't want to hear any more about it." Afton firmly snapped her suitcase
shut, turned and glared at her oldest sibling.
Gawain looked at the floor and glowered. "Something about this isn't right. I don't like it."
"None of us especially likes it when you're away, either, but you have to go. Now, so do I."
"Okay, Flower. But just be careful. Life outside the Order can be a bitch."
Aftonsmiled, walked to where he stood and hugged him hard. As she stepped back, she asked, "Will
you ever let me grow up?"
"Don't have much of a choice, do I?" He grinned and crossed his arms over his chest.
"None. So, kiss me goodbye, and I'll get downstairs to say my farewells to the others."
Gawain kissed her cheek, quickly hugged her, then grabbed her suitcase, "You'll call?"
She rolled her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. While the rest of her family was understandably
concerned, Gawain was proving to be a royal pain-in-the-butt. She loved him dearly, but his interference
m her life was becoming annoying. He'd even chased off several beaus, claiming they weren't good
enough for her. Given the choice of fighting one of the biggest men in the Order or lettingAftongo, they'd
chosen to walk away. Gawain had used their desertion of her to prove they weren't worthy. She saw this
trip as a way of getting herself distanced from him—a way of letting everyone else know that she was all
grown up and didn't need coddling any more If the Sorceress trusted her, then so should they
AndAftonreally looked forward to the adventure, but something Gawain had said stayed in her mind.
Her brother hadn't been trying to frighten her, but if traveling in the outside world concerned a Druid as
powerful as he, she would be insane not to heed his warning. And there was still that nagging thought that
Shayla could have picked someone with a great deal more power than herself. Someone who could
actually help if authorities discovered the false identification all those of the Order used, or if some other
serious problem should arise. If the situation were reversed, the choice of whom to take would have not
included herself, and Afton's instincts said the Sorceress hadn't told her everything That, more than
anything, worried her But she kept those fears buried as she kissed her family goodbye.
Two
"Baby, that was incredible."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've got to get back to the farm or Hugh will be wondering where I am. And
morning comes around pretty early," Blain said as he leaned over, kissed Rhiannon's lips, and watched as
she stretched her sultry frame.
"Are you saying that feeding livestock is more appealing than making love to me again?" she asked as
she watched him leave the bed and reach for his clothes. She smiled at him, using her sweetest tone of
voice in an attempt to lure him back.
Blain ran a hand through his hair. "You know I'd like to stay all night, honey, but I've got to get my
seeds in the ground. What would harvest be like without pumpkins? Besides, I'm keeping you from your
own work."
"I don't have a lot of clients during the week. Most people only want to buy antiques on the weekend.
Stay with me, please?" Rhiannon begged as she put on her prettiest pout.
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  TheGazingGlobe  ByCandaceSams    Prologue                                         "I'vefoundthem,andthey'redead,Shayla.Bothdiedrecently.Iwouldhavecalledyou,butthisentiresituationhasbeenveryhardtotake.IfonlyIcouldhavegottenheresooner."HughMcTavishranahandthroughhishairandsighed.  ShaylaGallaghertig...

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