Worlds of Obsession (Celtic Otherworlds) Read Online Free Page B

of demon-kind associated with all that is wild or uncontrollable, such as storms and the sea.  They are the oldest race of all and are the dark to the light of the Tuatha De, which has resulted in repeated bouts of conflict between the two races. Said to have great powers, the Fomoiri are most often dark of hair and olive-complected, and though some sources describe them as quite hideous creatures, others count them among the most beautiful ever to walk the earth. The best known leader of the Fomoiri is a god-king called Balor.  It is said that he has only one eye, and all creatures which he looks upon, be they man or god, and are killed instantly by his gaze.  There are two tribes of Fomoiri, one good, one evil, both of which traditionally reside in different realms of the Otherworld, although they can also walk the earth at will.  
                 
    Already confused, Liv turned to the ‘O’ section to look up Otherworld .
     
                  Otherworld: The world of the Sidhe, made up of countless realms which may each have one or more purpose, or be occupied by one or more race of beings.  It is thought to exist both underground, beneath lakes and rivers, and otherwise in parallel with the human world.  Doorways to the Otherworld are numerous and are often associated with forests, caves, or bodies of water.
                 
    Frowning, she flipped to the ‘S’ section, because she had no idea what Sidhe meant.
     
                  Sidhe:   The many races of immortals and deities which inhabit the Otherworld, although many can also walk unseen or unnoticed in the human world.
                  “Well, that’s not very helpful”, she muttered.  The woman sitting next to her looked up briefly, then went back to watching the in-flight movie.
                  “Sorry”.  Liv flipped lightly through the pages, which held entries for all kinds of creatures and places, some of the names familiar, some not.  Kelpies, Selkies… Ghillie Dhu? 
                  She skimmed the entries in the book for a while longer, then tried to watch something on the little TV built into the seat in front of her, but she was too excited to concentrate on anything, so she settled for listening to music with her headphones and staring out the window at the star-filled sky.  Around midnight she eventually dozed off into a fitful sleep, cheek pressed against the window, tiny complimentary pillow clutched in her lap. 
    When turbulence jarred her awake sometime later, she realized she had been dreaming.  And it was one of those odd dreams that felt so real that you woke up feeling confused and slightly disorientated.  She had been in a castle of some sort, and wearing old fashioned clothing.  Must be because she was on her way to Scotland and hoped to tour some ruins while she was there, because it had felt so real.  In fact, she had the distinct impression that she lived there… in the castle.  Because Jess had joked she was going to inherit a castle, of course.  
    But the one thing that stood out in the dream was that s he had been happy… happier, in fact, then she ever remembered being in real life.  She had swept into a room in a beautiful, flowing dress, and there were several women there, fussing over a gown that was laid out on a bed.  A wedding gown?   Oh yes, she was getting married soon, that was why she was so happy.  She was completely, totally, head-over-heels in love.  All she could think of was the upcoming wedding… and wedding night, because her husband-to-be was tall, dark, and gorgeous.  All male, and all hers.  He had already pledged himself to her, heart and soul, and was so desperate to see her that she had been sneaking out from under her father’s guards, just to steal a kiss or two.  He had promised to make her happy… to see her every dream come true.  He wanted a real home and he wanted children and a family,