The Paradise War: Book One in The Song of Albion Trilogy (Song of Albion)
Stephen R. Lawhead
From the dreaming spires of Oxford, Lewis Gillies drives north to hunt a legendary creature in a misty glen in Scotland. waiting for little greater than a weekend diversion, Lewis reveals himself in a magical position the place worlds meet, within the time-between-times--and within the middle of a conflict among stable and evil.
The old Celts admitted no separation among this international and the Otherworld: the 2 have been delicately interwoven, every one depending on the opposite. The Paradise War crosses the skinny locations among this global and that, as Lewis Gillies comes face-to-face with an historic mystery--and a cosmic disaster within the making.
observing you gnaw at your bowels.” He scowled and balled his fists as though he may perhaps strike me. yet he lacked the desire, and his halfhearted anger gave option to distress once again. “What? Are you afraid to die?” He gave a mirthless snigger. “Why communicate of worry? we're useless already.” “Then allow us to visit our graves like men.” He saw me for a second, attempting to ensure even if I intended what I stated. “Well?” “What do you suggest?” he requested eventually. “Let us construct a beacon fire,” I stated, conversing out.
Quivered with the afterecho because the track of Albion sped on and on. after which the stillness was once shattered by means of a massive shout. I whirled towards the sound, to determine Tegid jump onto the wall to bounce there, palms upraised, his cloak flying round him. An quick later, every person was once crying and shouting—tears of gladness, shouts of pleasure. Others leapt onto the battlements and joined within the dance. Such satisfaction couldn't be contained and the total caer rang with the satisfied sound. Above the ecstatic tumult, I.
starting to be chillier. we might need to do whatever quickly, or I, for one, could doze off and freeze to loss of life at the warehouse doorstep. i used to be approximately to suggest we take our enterprise somewhere else, whilst I heard a faint scratching at the different facet of the door. The door creaked open a crack. A shiny darkish eye surveyed us for a second, whereupon the door was once immediately flung again and a bearded tremendous lurched out at us, bellowing, “Professor!” I stepped quickly again, throwing my fingers earlier than me. however the negative.
locate himself one other beast of burden. 21 CYTHRAWL Ollathir didn't go back until eventually the solar was once good at the back of Ynys Bàinail around the water. I had occupied myself with fetching water and accumulating firewood for our use throughout the evening. For Sollen may quickly be upon us and, regardless of the day’s heat, as soon as the sunlight had disappeared we'd consider the chilly. certainly, i used to be kneeling over a pile of kindling, able to strike the flame for the fireplace, whilst the manager Bard stood over me. “Do no longer kindle.
Horses are near-dead with exhaustion. we should always cease an afternoon a minimum of. there's a position close to the river—we handed it at the means the following. allow us to cease there for at the present time and judge what to do once we have slept.” Tegid used to be now not for it, yet his horse stumbled to its knees within the muddy song as we rode down from the caer, and he was once compelled to confess that i used to be correct. If we didn't cease, we'd most probably pass the remainder of the way in which taking walks. and because we didn't know the way a ways we would need to visit locate our lacking.