When you’ve travelled between worlds, there’s nowhere left
to go but home.
Rory has never been so cold in her life. But the biting wind
only reminds her of another pain that grows more intense with each passing day.
Each night Jaron’s beautiful voice sings in her dreams, and each day her
footsteps draw her closer to his side. Danger and intrigue at every turn, no
distance is too far when you’re returning for true love.
Rin has spent the last five years searching for Rory across
two worlds. Now a series of visions have him convinced he’s growing closer to
finding her. But when Rory slips through another portal, taking his visions
with her, he finds himself back at square one. To find her now he’ll need the
help of an old friend and a little otherworldly magic. This time he intends to bring The Wanderer
home for good.
Wandering
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June
25th, 2013
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An Excerpt from Wandering:
Sometimes I think I've seen her face more times than my own.
Tonight she stands
on top of a snow- covered mountain with the wind in her hair. Her eyes
crinkle at the corners as she squints into the distance. She shifts her stance,
leaning, her body reaching forward and I can almost feel the racing of her
heart as the wind billows around her, lifting her cloak and whipping her hair
into her eyes. It reminds her of something she once felt, something
powerful. Blood pounds in my ears and
for a moment we are connected, The Wanderer and I. Her pain, her longing, they
choke me. She holds her breath as the wind grows stronger. It pushes against
her so that her footing slips. I want to shout to her, warn her that she might
fall, but I can almost hear her thoughts. She hopes it will carry her away. To
bring her back.
The wind whips around her, swirling ice and snow at
her feet and she begins to cry. Her tears freeze as they slide down her
cheeks. She doesn’t cry from fear or
pain. Not even the bitter, endless cold
could cause her tears. No, she cries
because it is only the wind.
***
I woke up,
panting, covered in sweat. Turning over,
I clenched my eyes shut in a desperate attempt to bring the images back into
focus.
“It’s no use,” I groaned. I knew it wouldn't work. It never did.
She was gone. That one little glimpse
was all I would get –for now.
The visions began the very day we returned home from
Rutahn, the world beyond the portal. I fell asleep on my aunt’s couch and
probably hadn’t even started snoring when her face filled my mind. She was
lying in the corner of a little hut, bundled in blankets and furs. I remember
how she shivered, like she was trying to shake off her own skin. Her cheeks
were flushed a bright red and she gasped for air, tossing in her makeshift
little bed. An arm with skin the color of caramel reached toward her and wiped
her face with a wet cloth. That’s when I realized she was sick. I woke up in a
panic, my heart racing. I had fallen asleep afraid she might be dead and now
instead of feeling relieved that she was alive, I was more afraid than ever. We
still didn’t know where Rory was, but now I knew she was very sick. I worried
incessantly about her after that. I dreamed of her nearly every night,
gathering bits and pieces of information, clues as to where she might be. After that, the dreams gradually increased in
frequency, and then grew more intense.
Now, instead of just seeing Rory, I could feel a little of her thoughts,
her emotions. Most of the time it was a
relief. I saw her safe. I watched her
grow strong again. I even saw her smile once or twice.
Then, there were nights like this one. Nights where I could sense her terror, her
despair, the aching loneliness or desperate longing for those she had lost. I
would lie there helpless, watching her cry deep, heart wrenching sobs and I
would wake up with my pillow wet, my face covered in sympathetic tears. Those
were the nights that weighed on me.
Visions like this one often forced me out of bed and back into my
research. It was impossible to sleep knowing she was out there somewhere in
pain and longing to find a way home. That’s why I keep searching. For five
endless years I’ve searched and I’ll keep searching until I find her and bring
the Wanderer home.
Wandering
is the sequel to Seen by Heather Sutherlin.
