Worlds Unseen – Book 1 of the Seventh World Trilogy pdf

Worlds Unseen – Book 1 of the Seventh World Trilogy

By Rachel Starr Thomson

WORLDS UNSEEN – BOOK 1 OF THE SEVENTH WORLD TRILOGY

Prologue

The house was full of the little noises of life. A bright fire crackled in the hearth, and over it, the contents of a small iron pot hissed and bubbled.

Mary’s rocking chair creaked as her deft fingers wove a world in cross-stitch, visions of sunset and starlight. A mourning dove, tucked away in a nest in the corner of the stone window ledge, cooed softly.

Mary did not look up when a shadow fell across the picture in her hand. Through her eyelashes, she saw a tall, dark-cloaked form with a gleaming knife in its hand. For a tenth of a second Mary’s fingers faltered; she regained herself and continued to sew. She bent her head closer to the cross-stitch and her chestnut hair fell over her shoulder.

“So you’ve come,” she said, her voice perfectly level.

The cloaked figure’s voice dripped with venom. “You expected me?”

The creak of the rocking chair filled the momentary silence, and the fire crackled. The pot was near to boiling over.

“I knew you would keep your promise,” Mary said. “Though you have been much longer than I expected. And even now you are waiting.”

The tall figure sneered. “Where is your fool of a husband?” Mary said faintly, “He is coming.”

Outside, the cooing of the dove had ceased. A man was whistling as he came up the path to the cottage. His tune died out, choked by sudden fear, and his footsteps hastened to an urgent pace.

The cloaked figure raised the knife in the air. Mary lifted her head suddenly, and her blue eyes pierced through the black cloak to the woman beneath it, momentarily halting the hate-filled advance.

“Take care, woman,” Mary said, “lest the power you seek to control someday

overpower you.”

The door of the house opened with the striking of wood against stone as John

Davies rushed into the danger he sensed all around him.

By Rachel Starr Thomson