The Farseekers (The Obernewtyn Chronicles)
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Since their takeover of Obernewtyn, the secret community of Misfits has flourished, protected by their remoteness. Led by Elspeth Gordie, whose extraordinary powers set her apart even among her Misfit friends, an expedition sets out to rescue a powerful Misfit in a distant part of the Land. Only she knows the enormity of their task. But for her is yet another challenge as she must fulfil her vow to find and dismantle the dormant deathweapons left by the Beforetimers.
in the middle obviously reserved for the two horses, and Domick bound her gently. I sat next to Pavo, trying not to look frightened. My mind was reeling. How could anyone have followed so quickly? Domick’s cry broke into my thoughts. He was standing on the bank with Gahltha. “What is it?” I shouted. Domick waved his hand helplessly at the black horse. “He won’t move.” I tried to reach Gahltha’s mind, but it was as smooth and unassailable as a mountain of glass. I looked at Avra and sent an
the corner of my eye as Kella helped Domick to steer, thinking that the stresses and perils that had beset us since leaving Obernewtyn had eroded the old enmity between coercer and healer. I was imagining what effect their unexpected friendship would have on their guilds, when we suddenly passed out of the big cavern into a tunnel. Immediately, the raft picked up speed, and in seconds we were in rapids again. Another hour passed with little respite from the ferocious white water, which seemed
us both hoot and laugh like madmen the moment we were out of hearing. I laughed till my stomach hurt and tears rolled down my face. “Who were those men?” Jik asked when the laughter had died away. “The big one was Brydda Llewellyn,” I said, and tried to untie his wrists, but they were too tight. They would have to be cut off. I beastspoke the horse again, telling her where we wanted to go and promising freedom once we got there. She was a beautiful creature. I was interested to learn that she
that?” he sent groggily, barely discernible. “It is Elspeth,” I sent. “What has happened there?” There was a pause. “Elspeth . . . impossible.” I felt his grief but could waste no time on it. “I did not die. Now you must focus. I can hardly understand you. What has happened?” I sensed his struggle to concentrate. “I . . . They drugged us. The soldierguards think we hide evidence of sedition in the ruins. You must stop them from getting to Obernewtyn . . . get coercers . . .” He faded out
make the disappearances seem natural.” “Ye’d be right, of course! It could nowt be that th’ Druid is doin’ his own recruitin’. ’Tis nowt possible the disappearances are the reason th’ Council takes an interest in th’ high country!” Louis huffed sarcastically. “But if the Druid is taking people, where is he? An why haven’t we been able to locate his camp in farseeking searches?” I asked. The outrage on the old man’s face melted into genuine puzzlement. “ ’Tis strange enow. I would have said th’