Anne Bishop - Bridge of Dreams

For

Lorna MacDonald Czarnota

Merri Lee Debany

and

Barb Markello

Fellow travelers in the landscapes

My thanks to Blair Boone for continuing to be my first reader, to Debra Dixon for being second reader, to Doranna Durgin for maintaining the Web site, to Adrienne Roehrich for running the Facebook fan site, to Nadine Fallacaro for information about things medical, to Anne Sowards and Jennifer Jackson for all their help in bringing this story to life, to Pat Feidner just because, and to all the readers who make this journey with me. May your hearts travel lightly.

Belladonna stripped away our human masks, revealing the Dark Guides for what we arethe whispering voices that encourage hearts to turn away from the Light and feed the Dark currents of the world with selfishness and greed and, best of all, violence.

While I wore that mask, I walked among the people of Ephemera as a wizard, as one who was feared and revered because I was a Justice Maker for the most prominent citizens in my assigned landscapesthe kind of citizens who, with whispered persuasion, could do the most harm, snuff out the most Light in other hearts.

But Wizard City, the Dark Guides stronghold, is gone, taken out of the world and locked away with the landscapes that belong to the Eater of the World. Because the city is no longer within reach, the pureblood females we kept as breeders are also gone. Only a few of us were in other landscapes when Belladonna did that reshaping of the world. Only a few of us escaped that cage. So few of us, hiding now in the pieces of the world.

Of course, we still have some wizardsthose descendants of Dark Guides who polluted the bloodlines by mating with humans. Despite that pollution, wizards have the powers that were the gifts from the Dark aspects of the world and, more important for my purpose now, they still look human.

When my true face was revealed, it was the wizards, eager to prove their loyalty to me, who found and booked passage on the various ships that eventually brought us to this city. It was the wizards who found us lodgings that allowed me to study the particular nature of this city and understand how to use it to our advantage.

I can create another stronghold here, another place like Wizard City. Quietly, carefully, I can take part of this city away from its present guardians and turn that piece into a dark landscape where we can rule again.

In the pieces of world we knew, Landscapers were Ephemeras bedrockthe hearts through which the currents of Dark and Light flow, the sieves that keep Ephemera from manifesting the turmoil in all the other hearts. Here the Landscapers are called Shamans. They guard and guide all they can see with the complacency of those who believe they have no rivals.

They dont know about Dark Guides or wizards. They dont know what to look for. Blinded by that ignorance, the Shamans will be able to do nothing but wonder why pieces of their city are slipping beyond their sight and control.

We have a foothold in two sections of this city. Soon entire streets will be under the control of my wizards. The Shamans will not find us.

And neither will Belladonna.

an entry in the Book of Dark Secrets

Following his cousin Sebastian, Lee stepped off the stationary bridge that connected the Island in the Mist to the rest of Sanctuary. A few months ago, the island had been almost impossible to reach. It still wasnt easyEphemera made sure of thatbut now family and a few special friends could reach the place Glorianna Belladonna called home.

We could have used my island to get here, Lee grumbled. His little island was always with him, a piece of land he could impose over any other landscape, Dark or Light. As a Bridge, he created connections between the broken pieces of the world, and his work sometimes took him to farawayand dangerousplaces. But his island, anchored in Sanctuary, was the assurance that he was never more than a few steps away from home.

We could have used your island, Sebastian agreed. And we would have if I had been accompanying you on this visit. But since youre accompanying me, I chose to use the bridge.

Oh, that makes sense. Lee took a couple steps toward the two-story stone house that Glorianna and Michael now shared. Then he stopped and rubbed his left forearm.

Michael had broken that bone during the fight to keep the family away from the terrible landscape Glorianna had made to cage the Eater of the World. The rest of the family had forgiven the Magician for the part hed played in making that cageespecially after he found a way to bring Glorianna backbut Lees arm always hurt when he visited the Island in the Mist. He couldnt say for sure whether it was the bone that bothered him or if it was being around the man who broke it.

Cant tell from here if theyre at home, Sebastian said.

Where else would they be? Lee asked bitterly. Glorianna hasnt left this island since shecame back.

Its been only a few weeks, Sebastian said softly. We dont know what happened to her while she was in that place.

And if the Magician was right and she became the monster that Evil feared, we dont know what she did while she was in that place, Lee thought.

She needs time to mend, Lee. Time to heal.

Do you really think shes going to heal? Lee spat out the words. Its all hugs and kisses for you, isnt it? Some part of Glorianna came back. Arent we the heroes?

Sebastians right hand clenched, reminding Lee that the wizards lightning, a magic that had been dormant in Sebastian until the previous year, was now a power the incubus-wizard could wield with deadly effect.

Suit yourself, Sebastian said as he headed for the house. But if this little discussion produces weeds or stones in Gloriannas gardens, youre cleaning them up.

Lee headed toward the walled garden that held Gloriannas landscapes, the pieces of the world that she kept balanced through the resonance of her own heart. Then he saw Sebastian veer toward the sandbox Glorianna called the playground and hurried to catch up.

The playground was a wooden, calf-high box that was about the size of a marriage bed and was filled with sand. Attached to it was another wooden box, about half that length, that was filled with gravel and had a bench to sit on. Glorianna had made the box as a place for Ephemera to play without there being any consequences in the landscapes where people lived. It was also the means that Sebastian and Michael had used to reach Belladonna.

Michael was in the box, one knee resting on the gravel, a shapeless brown hat shadowing his face from the summer sun. Maybe it was the brim that kept the man from seeing them approach, but Lee thought it had more to do with the Magician being focused on the items in the playgrounds sand.

Ah, come on, wild child. Come on, Michael said. I wasnt meaning it like that, so you have to stop bringing me such things.

Sebastian grinned as he looked at the handful of pocket watches poking out of the sand. Then he laughed out loud when a mantel clock that was missing its hands pushed out of the sand.

Guardians and Guides, Lee exploded. What are you doing?

Startled, Michael almost tipped over. He gave them a sour look as he stood up and carefully stepped out of the box. Its just a misunderstanding. Well get it cleared up. Eventually.