Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #14 May 2015 | Page 24

natural, like Jhamed said.

effects they generate. If you look closely, you’ll see a
kind of shimmer in the air, almost like a heat haze. If
you travel enough, you’ll learn to spot them.”

Before long, Jhamed led them off the road and onto
a dirt track. The horses didn’t miss a beat and Simon was pleased with himself. The fields were large,
bordered by tree-filled hedgerows. Spring was evident
everywhere, from the blossoms in the hedgerows to
the chirping of nesting birds. The fields were newly
ploughed and planted, just bursting into life, or filled
with livestock, mostly cows and sheep. Lambs gambolled around their mothers. It was an idyllic scene,
Simon thought. Pity we are on our way to meet death
and mayhem. How long will this place survive, if we
fail?

“You can take objects through with you? Why can’t
you take other people?” Simon asked. It doesn’t make
sense to me.
“When you first came to Elannort, I put you in a sack
and carried [