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feet on the ground while my head was in the clouds.




PART 1
POLITICS AND POWER GAMES

CHAPTER 1

It took a conscious effort of will for Brak to take the final step across the
threshold of Sanctuary.

The gates stood wide open, tall and impossibly white in the thin, chill
mountain air. Sanctuary's tall spires reached elegantly for the scudding
clouds, shadowing the Gateway and offering him one last moment of
anonymity.

He had turned his back on this place more than two decades ago and,
despite the loneliness, the guilt, and the hunger for his own kind, he still
found it harder than he thought possible to return.
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He was not unexpected. That would have been too much to hope for. As
he trekked through the mountains he had clung to the idle hope that the
demons would not betray his approach. It was the reason he had come on
foot - this journey of months could have been accomplished in hours had
he asked the demons for help.

As he contemplated that final, irrevocable step, a figure appeared on the
other side of the Gateway. Tall, white-robed and smiling, Jerandenan had
been the Gatekeeper for as long as Brak could remember - and that was
almost a millennium. The Harshini's totally black eyes were moist, and his
whole being radiated the warmth of his welcome.

The Gatekeeper opened his arms wide. "Welcome home, Brakandaran."

Still Brak hesitated. "You remember me then?"

Jerandenan laughed softly. "I remember every soul who has entered my
Gate, as well you know. And you, more than most, I would not forget.
Come, Brakandaran. Your family awaits you. The demons miss you,
and . . ." The Gatekeeper's voice trailed off with a shrug, and he smiled that
infuriating, calm smile that was already beginning to annoy Brak. And he had
not even crossed Sanctuary's threshold yet.

"And Korandellan wants to see me?" Brak guessed.