Hi guys, today we’re posting an extract of the Shadow of Phaedrus, the fantasy novel we are working on. In this bit the group is travelling by boat to Olbia. I hope you enjoy it!
The reflection of sunlight on the sea was magnifying its effect and I could feel the power of the Dynamis light that it carried invigorating me. I was enjoying every moment of this: enjoying the feel of power filling my magical essence. I felt warm. I felt magnificent. I felt immortal. Although being dead I technically am immortal – so that was probably just as well. That is one of the better aspects of being a Shadow, I suppose – the worst has already happened. So I can really enjoy life now: No more dying for me.
The wind was behind us and scudded our little boat swiftly along the coastline and we hoped that we would reach Olbia by nightfall. To my right waves crashed and foamed in to hidden coves – their clash and wash reaching us long after the water had receded. In the faces of the cliffs were layers of colour: black, red and orange framed by the azure of the sky and the sea. Dotted along their faces were colonies of black and white sea birds – their presence obvious from the long white stains spattering their way down the rock. A handful of birds skimmed their way across our deck – their beady eyes hoping for fish and colourful beaks snapping in anticipation. Say what you like about Helena, but right at this moment I was deeply satisfied with her decision. ‘Well I wish you’d tell her that it was a good idea,’ came the sing-song voice of the great Dynamis magician’s daughter, ‘all Rhode can do is groan.’
On cue came the sound of heaving from the girl doubled over the stern who’s back Helena was methodically slapping in an: I’m sure this will help, way. Behind the boat a cloud of small fish, all bearing voracious expressions on their usually blank faces, looked up in expectation. Rhode had been vomiting her breakfast profusely over board from the moment we had cast off and the tiny scavenger fish certainly weren’t going to be put off by a little digestive fluid. Rhode finished the current round of heaving and sat up – she was green in the face and smelled like something that even the cat wouldn’t have dragged in. She wiped her mouth carefully on a sleeve and smiled weakly at Helena, ‘yes, I think that I’m good now.’ She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than us.