The Well of Wyrding (Revenant Wyrd Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

that the malignancy of the Well of Wyrding would not affect her as it does us?” Angelica shrugged. “I mean, after all, isn’t she used to working with the distortions of Chaos? She would know better than us how to wield it properly.”
    “I suppose you are right,” Joya nodded. “I makes sense, after all; what’s the point of infecting the Well of Wyrding if you’re not going to be able to use your wyrd properly?”
    “What would be the perk of devoting yourself to Chaos if you were not going to be able to work with it?” Maeven said in agreement.
    “So we have a bigger problem than a terribly powerful sorceress behind us bent on our destruction,” Joya commented. “Instead we have a terribly powerful sorceress behind us that has full capabilities of her wyrd, which is no doubt enhanced by her perverse beliefs. Great!”
    They led their horses for the rest of the day in silence, all of them thinking not only about Porillon now behind them, but also the fact that Joya would not be able to use wyrd to help them. This put a big damper on defending themselves.
    “Is she close?” Jovian asked that night as they prepared the dinner he had hunted earlier. It was a limited dinner, as he was not able to stray far from camp, and there were few animals left in the forest.
    “Closer than I’m comfortable with her being,” Maeven commented, scanning the forest behind them with a keen eye. The sun was just beginning to rise, and Jovian thought that maybe he should ask Tegaris tonight if there were any places they could hole up that would be more of a protection to them while they waited out Porillon; with any luck she would pass them by and not notice their camp.
    “I think she can feel us, though,” Joya said when Jovian suggested this. “I mean, if she isn’t tracking us somehow, then how is she able to stay right behind us and not get lost in all this fog?”
    Jovian grunted. He was out of options. “If it comes to battle Joya, we need you.”
    “I know,” she sighed. “I will fight, but with the current state of things I’m not sure who exactly will benefit from it.”
    “Only do what you have too, don’t touch your wyrd more than that. I have a feeling that the more you touch your wyrd the more corruption you invite into yourself.” Angelica stirred the simmering pot on the fire.
    “That makes sense,” Joya agreed.
    Watches came and went, and the next day saw them once more traveling.
    Around midnight they got the sense of another presence. They weren’t sure what the presence wanted, or if it was even friendly. There was only the sense that something around them was not human; the rest they could only guess at.
    “Halt, who goes there?” A voice asked from out of the darkness. It was a booming voice, one that filled them with terror and thwarted their every attempt to continue. They halted as the voice had commanded, thinking of the chaos dwarves said to haunt the Realm of Earth.
    “I asked who goes there,” the voice said. Jovian tried looking around, but once they stopped it was like a web of wyrd was wrapped around them, and he couldn’t move much at all.
    “Jovian, Angelica, Joya, and Maeven,” Jovian said.
    “There is dalua in the woods tonight,” the voice said.
    “There has been dalua in the woods for a long time now,” another voice said, joining the first, and though it sounded female it was just as booming as the one before it.
    “We swear it’s not us,” Joya said, her cheek twitching uncontrollably, showing that she was in distress. “We are LaFaye,” she said in a whisper.
    “LaFaye, you say,” the first voice repeated. A light appeared just below Joya’s knee and she noticed it was a tiny man who spoke. He was brown like the earth, and she wondered if he was not that color from lack of washing. Though he didn’t smell, he had the unmistakable air of one who was filthy. He looked like a wrinkled old man and stood no more than two feet, in a brown habit of the kind