Khendryll, a young Acolyte from the rigidly theocratic realm of Khelyria, has an experience when he’s a boy. He witnesses something wonderful and magical that changes his life and drives him to want to explore a deeper understanding of spiritual and mystical truth, an understanding that is forbidden by the Clerics of Jurryk. His trust in his progressive mentor shaken and his best friend alienated by an impulsive decision on his part, Khendryll eventually gives up and accepts the traditional interpretations of the Temple, becoming a Cleric himself and denying what he once believed. But the arrival of Lorewyn and her companions in Khelyria rekindles the young man’s desire to seek the truth, unpopular as it may be, and inspires Lorewyn, Rhianyn, Tristyn, and Blythe to join him (along with a wayward ally from the past) in helping a troubled realm come to understand who Jurryk really is, and what his (?) teachings are truly about.
Do the Gods Still Dance in Waterfalls? is the first in a new series of adventures featuring Lorewyn and a few other familiar characters from the Cordysian Chronicles. Look for even more chapters of this “spin off” saga to come, including the upcoming second book, The Brighter Snow Falls in the Dark.
There was a pause and then a young woman in the assembly took a step forward. It was Syanne.
“I saw you,” she said, her voice trembling a bit, and only slightly louder, but now audible. “I saw you once before, several months ago. You were dancing by the waterfall, and singing by the lake… I heard you. You were the most beautiful being I had ever seen… but I saw you, with my own eyes, in the moonlight.”
Syanne took another step and turned around, facing the rest of the assembly. She spoke again, this time more assertively, and louder.
“I saw her. I heard her. I bear Witness of this. I believe these things to be true.”
Tears began to form in her eyes, but she spoke yet again. “I bear Witness!”
She tried to speak again, but she choked on her words, now crying. Jyelle stepped away from the podium and leaped down off the dais up front. She rushed toward where Syanne was standing, the assembly between them parting like a curtain, making way for the swift Elven woman who in just a few strides was at Syanne’s side and had the young woman wrapped lovingly in her arms, her own tears beginning to form as well, tears of joy.
“I bear Witness,” Syanne whispered, still sobbing, her head leaning against Jyelle’s breast. “I believe!”
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Portuguese
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Unavailable for translation.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Andrea Navas C.
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