“You really have no idea what you're dealing with,” Raven said
softly, “No idea at all.”
“So you say,” Oak replied, “But you have been rather less than
forthcoming. If you are who you say, why wouldn't you share what
information you have?”
“Well it's not like you've given me much of a chance,” Raven
pointed at Oak's branch, “Too busy waving that thing around being
in charge.”
Fiona's body convulsed suddenly, her throat letting out a long, low
retching sound.
“What is it?” I asked, as Raven stepped to her side, “Why are
they taking so long to wake up?”
“They are not simply dreamers returning from a long sleep,” Raven
told me, keeping his eye firmly on Oak. “They have been Wake
Walkers, lucid in the Weave. As such, they became part of the very
fabric of the place, and now it's reluctant to let them go.”
