Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Wait, what’s the Moon Tribe? Dustin wasn’t sure what all of this meant, but it sounded like they had the wrong man. Great. Now I have a case of mistaken identity, and I’m naked. Dustin was pissed off at his wolf for tearing through him and shifting like that without his permission; Dustin wanted to arrive in Fhomhair with dignity and grace. Not like a freaked-out little pup.
“My home is up this way.” Notalus gestured in the direction of a shaded mansion that was about a mile up a beautiful cobble walkway. After a couple of seconds, the wind stirred around them, and another robe flew into Notalus’ outstretched palm. With a smug grin, he slung it around his shoulders and clasped the heavy bronze medallions over each pec.
Children poured buckets of colored leaves the size of his hand from the rooftops as they walked, and beautiful autumn colors rained down on them as they made their way up the path. It reminded Dustin of a parade with the way the people cheered and jumped for their lord while Notalus waved with the evident love that he had for them. People hung out of the windows of tall buildings that were constructed of brick and vines that crawled up the sides and snaked across the rooftops. Small cottages were built within the trunks of trees so wide Dustin thought they were unreal.
He’d never been anywhere like Fhomhair before. For as far as his eyes could see, there were trees and orchards and hills with rows of crops being tended to by dozens of farmers. The sky Dustin soared through was saturated and frigid with billowy clouds and looked nothing like the calypso-orange sky that he was gazing up at now. The sun appeared like a pumpkin hanging low on the horizon while the almost full moon sat off to the most northern part of the sky, and they looked three times the size they did on earth. Towering statues of gods and goddesses were carved out of fine wood that stood as tall as skyscrapers and were adorned with lush greenery and canna lilies. Dustin inhaled the perfumed air that was thick with cinnamon and chrysanthemums, admitting to himself that this place felt good, right, like he should be here.
Dustin was dizzy with how much he was trying to process at one time as they slowly made their way toward Notalus’ palace. I had a feeling he lived in luxury. Dustin was a bit self-conscious when they’d first arrived, but the more they walked and the more praises and flowers that were hurled in their direction, the more at ease he became. Even Joldryn was soaking up the attention as a young boy who looked to be in his early teens held out a bright red apple and encouraged Joldryn to come get it. The stallion clomped in his direction and chomped the fruit in half, chewing noisily before he accepted the other piece.
“Was that an apple or some sort of melon?” Dustin grinned, his admiration growing for this place with each step he took.
“It was a regular apple. But everything grows bigger and stronger here,” Notalus told him, watching Dustin carefully as he took in this new world with fresh eyes and wonder.
“My gods.” Dustin gawked at the vendors with carts loaded up with assortments of fruits, nuts, figs, and cheeses. His eyes caught on a platter of purple and orange berries the size of tangerines that he’d never seen before. A young woman in a flowy white dress who’d been throwing canna lilies in their path stopped to approach him humbly with a generous sample of the fruit.
“With your blessing, my lord.” She bowed reverently to Notalus.
He gave her a thankful nod before she offered the fruit to Dustin. She spoke in a tone that was wistful and respectful. She was beautiful, with eyes a lighter shade of green than Notalus’.
“These are called heamquats, Lord Consort. We stopped allowing them to be grown in the earthly realm as they’re quite poisonous to most reptiles. But they’re very sweet and exhilarating on the immortal palate… Enjoy, please.”
Dustin took the offering and bit half of the fruit, the sugary juice running down his forearm. “Damn, that’s good.” He beamed.
“There’s plenty more where that came from.” Notalus took his hand and walked them faster toward the palace. “Come on. Someone waits impatiently to meet you.”
“Can I put on some clothes before I’m introduced to anyone else?” Dustin glanced down at his bare feet on the smooth stones. “You told me I didn’t even have to bring a toothbrush.”
“I have all you will ever need.”
Dustin gazed up at Notalus, his heart thudding at the conviction in his words.
Notalus reminded him to wave to the people, and Dustin did, albeit feeling a bit foolish until he noticed the mile-wide smiles and the cheers that grew to an octave that rattled his eardrums.