The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 486) A Dream
Lyla tries to open her eyes again but this time cannot, or maybe she has opened them but the mist is so thick she can only see blackness. There is no way to tell which way is right or which way is left, if she is standing up or lying down.
“This is only a dream,” she reminds herself as she begins to believe she is floating. The sensation is odd and soon she starts to feel ill with motion sickness. “Crispin?” she says again and now feels his hand in hers. Slowly she flutters her eyelids as she awakens to a vast landscape of hills and valleys. Tiny flowers are in bloom and the sky is a brilliant blue filled with specks of white puffy clouds.
As she turns and looks at Crispin, she realizes they are standing on a walkway near a deep cavernous ridge that drops off into a thick layer of fog creating the appearance it goes on for eternity. The blue sky around them becomes clouded and it begins to darken.
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