by Anne Bishop
“Fair enough.” Yoshani smiled. “Travel lightly, Lee.”
Giving the man a terse nod, Lee walked to the stream and the small island that sat in the middle of it. His own personal landscape, it existed on the bridge of his will when he imposed it over other landscapes. Because of that, Sanctuary—and safety—was never more than a step away.
Nimbly walking across the stepping stones, he jumped to the island and staggered, off-balance.
Had there been a moment when the island hadn’t been under his feet? But he was in Sanctuary, where the island actually existed. How was it possible for it not to be there?
Lee went to the center of the island and left his pack near the fountain—a bowl of black stone with a hollowed-out piece of cane that drew fresh water from the stream. He carefully inspected every section of the island to be certain nothing about it had changed. Then he shifted it to a landscape held by his mother.
Let your heart travel lightly. Because what you bring with you becomes part of the landscape.
Heart’s Blessing was one of the first things he had learned, but this was the first time in his twenty-nine years that the words made him uneasy.
Also by Anne Bishop
The Black Jewels Series
Daughter of the Blood
Heir to the Shadows
Queen of the Darkness
The Invisible Ring
Dreams Made Flesh
Tangled Webs
The Shadow Queen
Shalador’s Lady
Twilight’s Dawn
The Ephemera Series
Sebastian
Belladonna
Bridge of Dreams
The Tir Alainn Trilogy
The Pillars of the World
Shadows and Light
The House of Gaian