Chapter 17

Aron’s voice, almost stern, interrupted his dreamy peace. “We’re lying on a power line, ley lines you call them. Feel the energies flowing. Let them enter your body and pass through, leaving a residue behind to build your strength. It’s time you learned Elven things and this is one we all learn as children.”

“All I can feel is you,” Clay said, drifting in a hazy, giddy fog of euphoria. “Close, hot…”

Aron laughed softly. “Yes, there’s that, and we’ll deal with it in time, but right now you have to renew your energy however you can. Is there any food in your pockets or belt pack?”

Clay drew back enough to rummage and finally came up with one granola bar, almost shapeless inside its wrapper. “This. It’s not much.”