The Silent Goddess: The Otherworld Series Book 1 Read Online Free PDF

Duncan a thumbs up.  “Now explain.”
    Duncan sat down on the small wooden chair.  He reached out his hand and a magnificent sword appeared in his grip.  Its long blade, that was always sharp, gleamed in the dimly lit room.  Duncan admired the sword briefly thanking it silently for appearing at his call from the other side of the veil before placing it between his thighs tip touching the wooden floor.  He rested his chin on the ornately decorated pommel soaking up the silent power thrumming through the one magickal item he possessed.  Strategizing always seemed easier to talk about with his sword in his hand.  The sword’s name was Answerer.   It allowed only truth to be spoken in its presence, and since plans and strategy required truth it made sense to hold the sword now.
    “We do not know why she was taken.  We do not know who did the taking.  So if we know who, we will have a better understanding of their ultimate goal,” Duncan explained as much to himself as to Knackers.
    “Well as far as any can tell the only thing that has happened is the weakening of the queen and the veil,” Knackers stated.
    Duncan nodded in agreement.  “And who benefits from that?”  He asked, again thinking aloud.
    “Anyone who’s had a tiff with the queen?”
    “That is a very long list.”
    Knackers flinched, Duncan snickered, and a loud knock on the door happened almost all at once. Duncan was immediately on his feet, his sword gripped tightly in his hands ready to strike a blow.
    “Now ye’ve done it,” whispered Knackers.  Duncan did not bother turning around.  He held out a hand to quiet Knackers while the other kept its grip on Answerer.
    “May I enter dark rider of the Sidhe, who is known by the name Duncan?” came a sweet sounding voice from the other side of the door.
    Duncan turned towards Knackers, who was now cowering behind the feeble wooden chair, he frowned down at him, and Knackers at least grinned sheepishly at him.  “Sorry,” mouthed Knackers.
    The apology turned Duncan’s frown into a scowl.  He jerked his head towards the door in an unspoken question.  Knackers shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.  Neither of them new who or what was behind the door.
    “Are you friend?” Duncan asked as he carefully watched the sword in his hand.
    “In truth we have never met but share the same goal, the protection and safe return of my mistress,” replied the voice.  The sword of truth remained calm in his palm a sure sign that the truth was being spoken.  Convinced they were in the company of a new ally, Duncan’s posture relaxed.
    “Then you are welcome, enter,” he said.  The door shimmered white and a four foot tall hole opened in the door, it was not the magick that surprised Duncan it was what walked through the magickal opening; a Bean Tighe.  Bean Tighes rarely, if ever leave the household they claim charge over.  They were busy Fae, tiny helpers of women and the household.  If a Bean Tighe left their charge it meant one of two things, either the last member of the household had died or the household itself was in trouble.  Duncan was fully aware that it was the later that caused this particular Bean Tighe to abandon her post.
    With a curious eye Duncan examined the tiny Fae in front of him.  Her graying, frizzy curls barely reached the height of his elbow.  She had kindly brown eyes and a round face that was smudged with dirt and dust.  Her cheeks were lightly stained pink and her lips were pursed.  She stared up at him unblinking, an eyebrow raised as she studied him and he studied her.  She then surprised Duncan by curtseying.  It was a stunning show of respect, one Duncan was uncomfortable with.
    “I do not deserve such respect Bean Tighe.  May I hear what to call thee?”  Duncan said using Sidhe proper court speech.
    Knackers snickered behind his flimsy chair shield.  The petite Bean Tighe pulled her plump form up to her full height and glared like a mother