July 5, 2016 by jorthusbooks
From Book Three, THE EXCURSION by Ruth Davis Hays
“A creature of Fae-kin, except hideous with black hair?” the knight asked.
She nodded again. “Larger than a gobberlin and not a trollick. My friend, Keinigan, said that it reminded him of some ancient daemon from faerlin tales.” She looked up at them both.
“There are myriad species that settled on Jorthus. I cannot say off-hand, without checking my books, if there are others of this description. It may be an undocumented breed,” said the satyr. His eyes fell to Trevalin. “I daresay, it looks as though you have heard of this beast before.”
“What was it?” she asked the knight, taking his hands firmly, despite the chill metal of his artificial right arm. “A daemon or something else?”
“I heard tales in the Fae Wood that spoke of dark beings with wings and horrific passions that lurked on the edge of the forests, slaughtering or abducting all that they encountered. But where they took their victims, the tales left to the imagination. Most of the faerlins believed that they vanished to the Black Hell dimension,” he explained. “The most extensive collections of history are in the faerlin Libreas. Unfortunately, they are fiercely guarded. In order to see them you either have to be fae, or a really good thief.”
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