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the tool of their salvation was readied.
Mac Lir again looked to the island of Sasheena and smiled. All was proceeding as planned,
but there was a chance everything could still be lost. He had an unwilling servant in the human
warrior woman, and she could be so contrary if she thought she was being controlled. But
eventually she would do his work. Of that he had no doubt.
For a godтАЩs heartbeat, Mac Lir frowned and the clouds darkened. If this part of the plan did
not go as envisioned, another Cella World would fall to TuawthaтАЩs evil hold. Not merely the
elves of the woodlands and the sea would die, but all magical kindтАФincluding selkies, unicorns
and the likeтАФon the world of Tylana would go the way of their brethren on Earth. The danger
was great.
A twinkle returned to the kind godтАЩs eyes, and the sun broke through the clouds once again.
He never left anything to chanceтАжor the whim of a human. Even one as beloved by him as the
warrior woman.
His keen eyes pierced many layers of rocks and minerals, crystals and ore. Despite the danger
and the chance that his influence on this world could be as fleeting as a sunrise, Mac Lir shifted
into a more comfortable position of observance. Anticipation broadened his smile.

He was going to enjoy the taming of Feenix of Port Marcus.




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 PhyllisAnn Welsh




CHAPTER ONE


Deep are the caverns of Cragimore
Dark are the souls found there
Lost is the hope of Shalridoor
Forever gone to MeedrionтАЩs lair.

The Helm of Souls upon his head
The Sword of Truth beside him
The light of dawn forever dead
All dark, all death betide them.

Deep are the caverns of Cragimore
Dark are the souls found there
Lost is the hope of Shalridoor
Once descended to MeedrionтАЩs lair.

тАФAncient song sung by Tylana children; origin unknown.


FeenixтАЩs head rose above the churning waves. She spat out a mouthful of salty water,