The Moon by Jon Cronshaw

The Moon

The Moon by Jon Cronshaw (The Ravenglass Chronicles #18)
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB | 2.8 MB

Jon Cronshaw is a British science fiction and fantasy author based in Morecambe, England.

Kat must finish what she started…
…but not all plans work.
Poised to face her past, Kat must figure out a way to end the war.
But she must embrace her true calling.

She rubbed the back of her neck. “I think so. Maybe. I…I’m not sure.” She focused on the titan’s mind, on the link between them. The connection was there. She sensed its inner workings, the shape of its exterior shell, the mind that seemed everywhere at once. If she could just make one part move…

Her mind focused to a pinprick as she forced all of her energies into moving the little finger on its left hand. Just one twitch, one hint of movement. She tried to picture herself wearing the body like armour. Every move she made would echo in the titan.

Sweating, straining, she sunk to her knees and drew back into herself.

“Can you make it move?”

“I’m trying.” She gritted her teeth and sought the link. “It’s not working.”

“I thought you made a connection.”

“I did. At least, I think I did. Maybe…” She enclosed the titan’s mind in hers, trying with her will to make it move. But it was no good.

Breathless, she lay on her back.

“Perhaps you are pushing too much.”

“Maybe I have not understood what it’s for.”

“What do you think it’s for?”

“I saw it in my dreams. It was moving. I think I was controlling it.”

“The dream, or the titan?”

“The titan.” She took in a deep breath, her chest expanding and she watched clouds tumble by. “I’m beginning to think the dreams aren’t always true. I think they’re just potentials, possibilities, warnings.”

“What did you think the titan was going to do?”

She sat up and rested her elbows on her knees. “Help me.”

“I can help you.”

“Can you help me move the titan?”

Krieg shook his head. “I am very strong.” His tail grew slack. “But not that strong.”

“I must have missed something.” She got to her feet and slipped the journal back into her sabretache.

Pacing back and forth, she tried to think, tried to understand why the titan refused to move from its plinth. “I wonder if there’s a lever, or switch?”

“Your connection is the switch.”

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