At first he accepted it, then rationality kicked in, rejecting his senses. Immediately they disappeared. Rationality trickled in, telling him it was mere hunger, and general depredation. The cave hadn’t been full of little people. They did not exist, so it couldn’t have been. “Yer awake. Come join the party,” Lindsey said. Terah blinked, cold upon awaking in his clothes. “What party?” “Can’t ya see the sídhe? Oh, I forgot. Yer trained not too.” He yawned, stomach protesting loudly. “We’ve got more immediate needs.” She reached over and handed him something. “Try this.” “What is it?” “They brought it. The Irish say the sídhe live across the western sea. They’re still here, if ya land near one of their mounds.” Terah feared she might’ve gone insane, but his hunger was intense. He tried the mash, presented on dry leaves. It was good. Once he started, Terah couldn’t stop. H...
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