Seer's Hope
SEER’S HOPE
Book One of The Seer Trilogy
By Maree Anderson
Hope is snatched from her home and transported to a primitive world of magic and capricious gods. The Dayamari people believe she’s a Seer and their only hope of salvation, but she’s blind—she can’t see anything at all, let alone the future. She must accept her destiny and learn to wield the awe-inspiring powers the gods have bestowed upon her. And if she’s to save those she loves from the horrifying evil that lurks in the darkness, failure is not an option.
Finalist: Romance Writers of New Zealand Clendon Award
Finalist: Romance Writers of New Zealand Strictly Single contest
PRAISE FOR THE SEER TRILOGY
“Great story—I *loved* it. Loved the humor throughout the book. Would *really* like to read the rest of the Dayamari Seers series! Great work!”
“A definite must-read. Can’t explain except it was excellent. Yeh yeh yeh!”
“Bring on the next book (can’t wait). P.S. Husband liked it as well.”
“A compelling read and a great world.”
“Great! I loved it even more than Book One. I really hope you get this published as I am anxious to know what happens next!!!”
“Excellent—I really enjoyed this. Great characters. I loved the humor (loved Marc especially) and especially loved the touches of humor that came in the midst of pain, suffering and horror, which you also make very real.”
“I really loved this story. Stayed up most of the night reading, couldn’t put it down.”
“When this series is published in print I want all my copies autographed please. This is one of the best I have read in a long time. Where’s Book 3 to the series? This is even better than the first one.”
“Please, please let me read Book Three! Loved Book One—wondered if I would get the opportunity to read Book Two. Keep it coming!”
“A compelling, fabulous series.”
SEER’S HOPE
Copyright © 2013 by Maree Anderson
Published by Maree Anderson
Cover Design by Rob Anderson
This novel is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places and events portrayed in this novel are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. All rights reserved; the right to reproduce this book or any portion thereof in any form whatsoever in any country whatsoever without the express permission of the author is forbidden.
ISBN 978-0-9922498-1-6
FIC009020 FICTION / Fantasy / Epic
FIC009050 FICTION / Fantasy / Paranormal
FIC027030 FICTION / Romance / Fantasy
FIC027120 FICTION / Romance / Paranormal
FIC009000 FICTION / Fantasy / General
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Dedication
This one’s for my husband.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty Six
Epilogue
Glossary
About the Author
Other Books
Prologue
He was a Sehan, the last of his kind, and his people would be appalled by the risk he’d taken. Piercing the veil between worlds was perilous and this time he’d pushed himself to the limits of his endurance. Hunger gnawed at him. He needed rest, but his Seeing left him no choice. When he died his people would be helpless to defend themselves. One more world, he silently promised his gods, just one more and then he would rest.
He drifted through the incorporeal plane until he felt an insistent tug from a blue-green world. He scanned the multi-colored soul-lights, searching for a hint of potential. Many souls showed promise but the one he had foreseen was not amongst them.
He had gathered his waning strength for the journey home when one flickering soul-light demanded his attention. It teetered on the brink of extinction. He yearned to intervene, to tempt fate by playing the god, but at the last instant he pulled back. A crisis point had been reached, an opportunity for the soul to evolve. He must not influence the outcome or all could be lost.
He prayed… and was rewarded for his faith, for the soul-light flared and reformed, pulsating with vibrant rich-gold hues. She seethed with such vast Sehani potential that his weary heart beat with renewed vigor. He had found her—the savior he had foreseen. But even as he rejoiced his soul twisted with regret for the horrors she would face.
Chapter One
Hope leaned against the broad trunk of her favorite shade tree and closed her eyes—just for a second. But the dream took her, transporting her back to the night she’d lost everything she loved. “Why didn’t I die, too?” she whispered to the indifferent blackness.
This time it answered her, a gentle compassionate voice. “You survived because you are needed. I need you—we need you.”
At some elemental level she believed the voice, understood she’d survived for some higher purpose she had yet to fulfill. Still she couldn’t absolve herself of the guilt.
She awoke with a hiccupping gasp. Her parents and her brothers were dead and she’d survived. There was no going back, no point playing “what if”. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut against the pain, waiting for it to ease so she could function again. But this time her nightmare did not fade, and the voice that had dogged her dreams since the accident intruded upon her waking world.
His words drilled into her skull. “We need you, Hope. Come to me. Come. Now.”
He snatched control of her body and jerked her to her feet. He called a breeze into existence, she heard—felt—him do it. And he molded it into a snarling vortex of energy that engulfed her.
When she would have slumped bonelessly to the ground, overwhelmed by the forces battering her unprotected mind, her knee joints locked. Her body was no longer hers to command and she stood powerless, given no choice but to endure the pounding energy filling her, expanding her until she thought her skin would burst. His invasion of her mind was a two-way channel and so she shared his regret that he must take her against her will.
Her protests were drowned by his pleas to trust him. The vortex streamed upward, drawing her with it. Her physical body stretched, elongating to an impossible length.
“Hope!” Her name on his lips was the last thing she heard before she exploded … and the oblivion she had craved crashed in on her. But not even he could grant her respite from her dreams.
Another dream—a new dream that whisked her to some unknown place to confront a monster that was spiteful and evil. Amoral. She tried to flee but it
—they—held her transfixed, and the cacophony of voices echoed in the confines of her mind. You will give usss what we crave. We will consssume you.
Their poison-green eyes burned with unholy glee. Agony lanced through her as they tore her soul from her body, feasted on it. And at some unconscious level she understood this was not a dream but a portent.
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Rhythmic humming banished her nightmares, and for a few precious moments she wallowed in memories of her father singing her to sleep. The façade of comfort cracked when she sucked in a deep breath redolent of pungent herbs rather than salt-laden sea air. Another breath. And it was an effort to inflate her lungs because… because she hung head-down over something.
Pressure built behind her eyes until her head throbbed in perfect unison with each ragged breath she inhaled. She beat back the stabbing pains, compartmentalizing them until she could concentrate. Her cheek rested against the textured material of a man’s shirt. He bore her weight easily, as though she weighed no more than a sack of potatoes. The surface he walked upon crunched underfoot and the resinous odor of pine wafted on the cool breeze. But her last conscious memory was of dozing in the shade of the oak. Could she still be caught in a dream?
Unlikely. This—here and now—felt far too real to be a dream.
She was about to demand to be put down when the man halted of his own accord.
Adrenaline scorched her muscles. He bent, lowering her from his shoulder, and the instant she felt solid ground beneath her feet she lunged, slamming him aside. She fled, hands outstretched for balance, scrambling to keep her footing. The smooth aggregate pathways and manicured grass verges of her hometown had vanished. Knee-high coarse grass whipped her bare calves. Plant debris and leaves clogged her sandals, bunching up between her toes.
He called out but her hammering pulse muffled his words. To her right a bird squawked, startled into flight. She listened for sounds of pursuit, heard the thuds of running feet behind her and increased her speed, heedless of the unfamiliar terrain. The only thought pounding through her brain was the safety a crowd would afford. She could beg a passerby to call her a taxi. And everything would be all right once she got home.
Her lungs protested her breakneck speed. The air seemed to thicken, coating her throat like thick cream. Spots danced before her eyes. Pain blazed through her skull and she staggered and fell, measuring her length on the ground.
Gentle hands rolled her onto her back and brushed hair back from her face. She identified concern in his tone but couldn’t understand his words. She wanted to tell him something was terribly wrong but her tongue lay thick and heavy in her mouth.
He slipped an arm beneath her shoulders, raising her torso so he could press a flask to her lips. The bitter liquid made her gag and choke. He muttered something, his tone laced with concern as he massaged her throat, forcing her to swallow.
Her mind blanked. All her senses shut down until, cocooned in nothingness, she floated in a place outside of time… and a mental barrier shattered. Foreign words flew through her mind in an unending data-stream. As each word flashed past a voice chanted it aloud and it echoed in her mind. Hundreds upon thousands of words were then augmented by phrases. And the process continued, unrelenting, until comprehension burst through her brain in a blinding flash that robbed her of consciousness.
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Her brain came back on line slowly—too slowly. Her sluggish, clumsy limbs didn’t seem to belong to her body. She inhaled and caught a whiff of that herbal fragrance again. She was not alone.
She rolled off the thin pallet, curling into a defensive crouch, and waited, increasingly uneasy when he did nothing, said nothing. It was too quiet. No purr of luxury vehicles or steady thrum of pleasure craft motoring up the marina. No slap of waves against moorings. No other people. Only him.
When he cleared his throat her heart stuttered. She snatched a breath and let it out slowly. She mustn’t allow herself to be distracted again.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I’m the Panakeya. I won’t hurt you.”
Huh? Pana-what?
“You’ve been unconscious for more than a day. How do you feel now?”
“I feel fine.” An out and out lie, but he didn’t need to know that.
“I will be fine on my own now,” she said. “I will find my own way home. I do not need your help.” Her hand crept to her lips. Good grief. Where had those formal, stilted words come from? She cast about for something more forceful to say, but the necessary words only popped into her head if she concentrated hard. It was like thinking in English but being forced to speak a different language. She pinched the bridge of her nose to help her to focus.
A callused hand grasped her chin, tilting her face upward.
She slapped it away. “Leave. Me. Alone!” She punctuated the demand by lashing out with a fist but he must have read her intentions in her eyes because she connected with air.
“Thought as much.” A pause, and then, “I’m Blayne.”
Blayne.
Images of a man careened through her mind. She knew they were of him. It was a tantalizing vision of the future—her future—inexplicably intertwined with his. She shook her head, refusing to dwell upon the wonder, the magic of such a gift. She didn’t need anyone. She sure as heck didn’t need him.
“Have you been blind from birth, or were you blinded in an accident of some sort?” Professional curiosity infused his tone. Better than pity, at least, but it didn’t incline her to reveal such private details to a stranger.
“I want to go home. The least you can do is call me a— a—” Her jaw sagged. She could clearly visualize a taxi but the correct word to verbalize it had vanished from her vocabulary as though it had been excised from the language…. Or never existed at all. Panic stroked her spine. This bizarre situation was getting way out of hand. She crawled to her feet, took a couple of hesitant steps to test her ankle and—
Her shoulder scraped against an expanse of cold unyielding stone. She bit back a whimper. Extending her hands, she felt her way inch by cautious inch, patting the stone wall with her palms. The ambient temperature was cooler the farther she ventured. The air was unnaturally still. And those echoes….
He’d brought her to a cave? No way. Seaview was a trendy seaside resort town. She’d lived there all her life. There were no caves.
“I know you’re scared but I won’t harm you. I’m a healer for gods’ sakes!”
He sounded affronted and intuition told her he’d spoken the truth. He wasn’t going to hurt her. She could trust him. He would help her. She knew this absolutely to be true. But in the aftermath of the car wreck she’d learned to be self-contained. Too often people who’d claimed to have her best interests at heart had tried to take advantage. Now she didn’t trust anyone except Maggie, her mother’s best friend. So damned if she’d trust a stranger, and put herself entirely at his mercy.
Strident voices boomed in her mind.
You can trust him. Trust him… trust him… trust him…. TRUST HIM! A pulse at her temple throbbed with each echo. The band of tension across her forehead tightened until even her sinuses ached. She pressed the heels of her palms to her eye sockets, willing herself not to scream. Coherent thought was almost impossible. It was easier to give in, easier to believe the voices. Easier to trust Blayne.
She hunched her shoulders. She would let him help her—for now, anyway.
And as though a switch had been flipped, the headache and accompanying pains instantly vanished. A ragged sigh escaped her lips.
“Are you all right?” His voice again, gentle, concerned.
“Yes.” Another lie. Because what on earth was right about any of this?
“What’s your name?”
“My name is Hope.”
“Hope.” His unusual accent bestowed an exotic quality upon her plain, uninteresting name. Despite her churning belly and racing heart her lips quirked upward.
“Okay, Hope. You’ve got some minor cuts and scratches,
and from that limp I’d guess you’ve twisted your ankle. Will you let me check it? Please?”
What other choice did she have? “Yes.” She tensed her muscles, fighting the need to flee, and waited for him to approach and guide her. When he grasped her hand she couldn’t help a muffled squeak.
He led her to another area of the cave and urged her to sit. “First I’m going to clean this scrape on your knee, okay?” He dabbed on a liquid that smelled of minty turpentine and stung like blazes.
She hissed beneath her breath, biting the inside of her cheek until the stinging eased. He pulled her foot into his lap and fumbled with her footwear for a moment, before undoing the buckle and easing her sandal off her foot. He ran his hands over her ankle, his fingers gently probing for injuries. She held herself very still, painfully aware of her vulnerability.
He hit a sore spot. When she winced and bit her lips his probing fingers stilled. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s nothing serious. Just a sprain.” He slathered on a salve and massaged it in with firm but careful fingers. Warmth infused her skin and relaxed her twitching muscles. He wrapped her ankle tightly with a supple strip of material and tucked in the ends.
“Where are we?” she asked, dreading his answer.
“Dayamaria.”
She knit her brows. “Dye-a-mah-ree-a. Where is that, exactly?”
“My home. My settlement is a few days walk from here. Where are you from?”
“What makes you think I do not come from around here?”
A pause. “It’s obvious you don’t.”
Oh. Okay. “I come from Seaview.”
Another pause, longer this time. “See-View? I’ve never heard of such a place.”
Not good. Sooo not good. Where the hell was she? She shivered and rubbed her arms.
Something bulky plunked into her lap. A blanket. She draped it cape-like over her shoulders and huddled into its warmth.
The dull, solid strike of stone against stone broke the silence. She heard him puff a couple of loud breaths, and then a burnt odor wafted through the air.