Lewis was starkly different from Skye, primal and harsh. The hills were lower, the wind was colder, the vegetation sparse. The icy bite of the north wind mingled with the tang of the sea, the colors that greeted Alasdair’s eye were scrubbed to clean blues and greens.
Yet, the raw, powerful curves of the land were compelling.
Alasdair felt recognition of his home stir within his very bones from first glimpse of land. He clenched the rail of the ferry as the craft slid into port and felt his anticipation rise. Perhaps the veil of Faerie was thinner here; perhaps he but drew near a critical portal.
Whatever the case, Alasdair’s conviction grew with every passing moment that he was truly coming home. Not only had Blake Advisor kept his word, but Morgaine’s tale of traveling through the cent
