Time Walkers 2 Book Bundle: The Legend of the Bloodstone, Return of the Pale Feather (Time Walkers 1-2)

Time Walkers 2 Book Bundle: The Legend of the Bloodstone, Return of the Pale Feather (Time Walkers 1-2) Read Online Free PDF

Book: Time Walkers 2 Book Bundle: The Legend of the Bloodstone, Return of the Pale Feather (Time Walkers 1-2) Read Online Free PDF
Author: E.B. Brown
head of a Time Walker. Yet those gifts had been the heads of men, never a woman. 
    Winn let his chin rest against her for the briefest of moments. He did not want to wake her, giving her less opportunity to cause trouble in front of his brothers. As much as her presence was a shock to him, it was even more so to his brothers. 
    Winn knew not why he failed to kill her on sight. Perhaps because she was a woman. Or was it because she brought out something raw in him, something primal, driving him senseless just as it made him afraid? Once his uncle learned of her arrival he would be bound to act, her gender of no consequence.
    The bundle of sleeping fire in his arms stirred, her rose stained lips falling open as she sighed. He needed badly to shift his weight, but he did not want to wake her. Her battered body needed rest, and he needed to regain some semblance of control.             
    Her hand slipped down across his waist as they rode. She was a curious thing. She was not tall, about the same height as the women of his village, perhaps shorter. Her skin was creamy ivory like the bone-handled knife in his belt, her hair scented with meadow flowers.  Dirt smudged her face and neck and leaves tangled in the bright auburn hair that flowed nearly to her waist. He wished to take her to the river and bathe her himself, but he knew his sister and mother would not allow that once they laid eyes on her.
    Despite the surge of possession that railed through his bones when he looked at her, a current of anger remained.  How could this slip of a woman defy and belittle him in front of his brothers? If he had any sense he would end her life now and leave her body to the wolves. 
    How could he follow through with what he was bound by honor to do?
    He uttered a half-snort, half-growl at his own thoughts, eliciting a curious glance from Chetan.  Winn ignored the wordless inquiry from his brother and continued the ride in silence. If the woman was powerful enough to cause him both barely constrained anger and uncontrolled lust in the span of one evening, he feared what any more time in her presence would wreak on his self-control.
    He wondered again if the petulant gods made a terrible mistake as he glanced down at her. He could see the curve of her breast pressed against his chest, covered by the remarkable thin pink fabric binding she wore beneath her torn clothes.  Winn grinned as he recalled how she exploded when he examined the strange fabric, her eyes alight with fury as she fought him like an animal. Of course, she must have feared the worst by his actions, and for that he was sorry, since he meant no harm. Ah, she probably thought he was a dog, pawing at her like that!
    He let out a groan as he adjusted her sleeping body in his lap.
    Perhaps the Great Creator enjoyed watching him suffer.

C hapter 5

     
    “S hh, shh, Maggie-mae , it’s only a dream.” Marcus wrapped her in his burly arms, smoothing the hair back off her tear-stained face as she cried.  She shook with the force of the nightmare.  Although she knew Marcus would never let anyone hurt her, she still feared the darkness.  Once the lights dimmed again and he left her alone, the shadows would dance across the walls and her toys would begin to talk. The mischievous teddy bear on her dresser would grin, and the string puppet hanging from a hook would taunt her until she was again screaming.
    “Please don’t go! They’ll come back!” she sobbed.
    “Aww, lamb, it’s all right now,” he soothed her, his deep voice humming through his chest. He took something from his pocket, and placed it in her hand. “Here, you hold onto this. It keeps the nightmares away.”
    She looked down at the grey stone figure. Heavy in her hand, it was the size of her palm, the edges pitted and scarred. It was a bird, its wings just beginning to lift in flight, with a slightly open beak that seemed to cry out some unanswered promise.
    “It will keep them away?” she
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