Awakening: A Sarazen Saga Anthology (Etheric Travelers Book 1)
Isabel Wroth
CHAPTER ONE
Ilaria~
Bright lights assaulted her eyes. Distorted sounds and piercing shrieks above her made her ears
feel as though they were bleeding. Her bones ached, her muscles cramped and screamed in agony, and
uncontrollable shudders wracked her body.
It felt like she was being submerged in ice, so cold she worried her skin would shatter and
leave her insides exposed to the same pervasive chill.
Her heart beating was a painful banging against her ribs, the blood pumping through her veins felt
like acid.
Ilaria couldn't move, could barely breathe, struggling to adapt to the sudden feeling of being
forcibly thrust into her physical body after so long adrift.
What was happening? Where was her steward? Where was the comfort of waking slowly?
The soothing chants sung by the steward's apprentices, the gentle coaxing that would allow her etheric
form time to reconnect to her physical body?
The voices around her became clearer, sharper, harsher immediately after the burning hot stab
of something in her arm. The vibration of her own voice felt like jagged spears being raked up and out
of her throat.
"I told you this would happen if you bypassed the pod's failsafe!"
Male. That furious voice was male.
A female voice answered, her words colder than the ice to crack Ilaria's skin to brittle pieces.
"I bought you from the slave market, healer, to revive this Matavei. If she dies because of your
incompetence, I will flay the twisted skin from you one slice at a time until you are no more than a
quivering mass of exposed muscle."
"I heard you the first ten times you made this threat." the male snapped back, his touch on her
overly-stimulated body rough, agonizing like thousands of needles piercing her flesh as he fought to
help her.
"Yet it does not make one bit of difference. Those pods were designed to wake the occupant
slowly, over a pre-determined period to avoid this kind of shock. It is not my incompetence that could
kill her. It is your impatience."
Whatever the cruel female would have said in
…
Ilaria~
Bright lights assaulted her eyes. Distorted sounds and piercing shrieks above her made her ears
feel as though they were bleeding. Her bones ached, her muscles cramped and screamed in agony, and
uncontrollable shudders wracked her body.
It felt like she was being submerged in ice, so cold she worried her skin would shatter and
leave her insides exposed to the same pervasive chill.
Her heart beating was a painful banging against her ribs, the blood pumping through her veins felt
like acid.
Ilaria couldn't move, could barely breathe, struggling to adapt to the sudden feeling of being
forcibly thrust into her physical body after so long adrift.
What was happening? Where was her steward? Where was the comfort of waking slowly?
The soothing chants sung by the steward's apprentices, the gentle coaxing that would allow her etheric
form time to reconnect to her physical body?
The voices around her became clearer, sharper, harsher immediately after the burning hot stab
of something in her arm. The vibration of her own voice felt like jagged spears being raked up and out
of her throat.
"I told you this would happen if you bypassed the pod's failsafe!"
Male. That furious voice was male.
A female voice answered, her words colder than the ice to crack Ilaria's skin to brittle pieces.
"I bought you from the slave market, healer, to revive this Matavei. If she dies because of your
incompetence, I will flay the twisted skin from you one slice at a time until you are no more than a
quivering mass of exposed muscle."
"I heard you the first ten times you made this threat." the male snapped back, his touch on her
overly-stimulated body rough, agonizing like thousands of needles piercing her flesh as he fought to
help her.
"Yet it does not make one bit of difference. Those pods were designed to wake the occupant
slowly, over a pre-determined period to avoid this kind of shock. It is not my incompetence that could
kill her. It is your impatience."
Whatever the cruel female would have said in
…
년:
2019
언어:
english
페이지:
112
ISBN:
B07N2ZH9LB
파일:
PDF, 727 KB
IPFS:
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english, 2019
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