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The Mist on the Moor [Shanna series] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Diana L. Paxson
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eBook Category: Fantasy/Spiritual/Religion
eBook Description: Shanna, on a quest to find her brother, found herself lost on a desolate moor. But sometimes you must lose yourself to find what you are truly seeking.
eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, Published: Sword & Sorceress 3, 1986
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2009
7 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [34 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [42 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [19 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [199 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [21 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [71 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [91 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [79 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [59 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [17 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [22 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [56 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [33 KB]
Words: 6631
Reading time: 18-26 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
"This new adventure of Shanna is loosely based on a well-known Norse myth, but Diana has done something new and original with it."--Marion Zimmer Bradley, author of The Mists of Avalon
Mist swirled across the path like a tattered shroud, choking the breath as it blinded the eye. Shanna swore and reined in, too sharply--Calur slipped on wet rock and nearly fell, then stood shuddering. The falcon, Chai, mantled with a wild fluttering of wings, and settled back to the saddlebow, scolding harshly.
"Oh be still!" Shanna told her. "We have to get through this wasteland before sundown." She did not allow herself to think what would happen if they did not. She did not allow herself to articulate the fact that they were lost already, going on only because she had always kept going, whether or not she knew her way.
Chai responded with another protest, then her mottled russet feathers folded back into sleekness, and powerful talons fastened once more on the scarred leather of the saddle. Shanna could still hear a muffled grumbling from deep in the bird's throat, and was momentarily glad that the falcon no longer had the power to assume her human form.
The curse of one emperor had doomed Chai's kin, and Shanna feared that the treachery of another had caused her own brother to disappear. After the escort with which she had started her journey had been killed, Shanna had thought that there would be some comfort in sharing her quest with Chai, but at this moment the burden of her own fate was almost more than she could bear. Imprisoned in bird form, Chai was only a mute reminder of an additional responsibility. Don't think, Shanna told herself. Just keep on....
She stood up in the stirrups, trying to peer ahead, but mist had swallowed up the world. Settling back into the saddle, she took up her reins and squeezed the mare's sides with her long legs to get her moving again. Calur whickered unhappily, took one lurching step forward, and then halted.
Turds!" Shanna was already swinging out of the saddle as she swore. Swiftly she ran callused fingers down the mare's leg, felt her flinch as she probed the pastern, and straightened with another obscenity. Her mind strained against the fear of being trapped here as her eyes had strained to see through the mist that surrounded her.
They had to keep going, she told herself as she gave a gentle tug to the rein. The moor could not extend forever. Still limping, but not so badly without a rider, the mare followed her. Shanna bit her lip, refusing to recognize the panic that surged within. She was a princess of Sharteyn, and she had sworn to complete this journey. That was the only thing she could allow herself to remember now.
"Holy Yraine," she murmured. "Let me see my way!"
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