The Truest Power
Chapter One
Lysandra sat on the stone bench at the center of her garden, enjoying a moment
of stillness. This was one of those rare spaces in activity where it felt as if
the whole world was holding its breath. No bee buzzed or bird chirped; no
creature, human or animal, moved; no tree rustled in the afternoon breeze. There
was nothing but warmth and silence and peace. These moments never lasted more
than a few heartbeats. Soon, the waiting world would exhale, and the activity of
life would begin again. But for this brief instant, Lysandra's spirit basked in
the preternatural silence and was refreshed.
There, a bird made the first call ... a bee flew to the next flower ... the
moment was gone in a soft but unmistakable passing. Lysandra, too, exhaled. From
within her cottage, she heard the sound of voices -first Selia's, then Renan's
response. Soon, footsteps entered the growing richness of being, ones Lysandra
recognized as much with her heart as with her ears.
She moved slightly to one side, making room for Renan to join her on the bench.
She did not bother to call upon her Sight; although once it was a spurious ... read full excerpt from: The Truest Power ebook
