POV for world building in Dayline – from Book 3.
“The waist length braids slipped over his shoulder, brushing the map under his hands. Automatically he flipped them back, securing them in the cord at his neck. The two points in his mind seemed impossibly far apart, he was unable to link them in any way that could be deemed successful, yet he had no other options. The whole idea was vastly more theory than reality. The reality was blood and death and a world full of ghosts. Tapping the smudged dot on the paper, he let the scene flow into his thoughts, outlining each fence post, each blade of grass and slowly rustling leaf. He felt the breeze on his skin, the scent of the forest here less the dark green of pine and more the bright sharpness of bark and leaf. Homes surrounded the green square of open meadow. Moving slowly from one to the next, movement caught his eye. Her slim form, now rounded with his half-brothers child, appeared in the shadows of the porch. Illusion, vision, dream. He pushed aside the agony, the rage, moving towards the dwelling, need inside him like a live thing. Even for the illusion of her. For all he had accomplished these past six months, removing that bond proved impossible, they were linked irrevocably, painfully, eternally. The madness drove him, it ate at his heart, it gave him the energy to link impossible distances and save them all. And if he burned out with his effort, well then the pain would stop.”
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