Shadows and Light by Anne Bishop

and they were soul eaters.
    Sunlight, sunlight , Lyrra chanted silently. They had to get out of the shadows of the woods. The nighthunters didn’t like sunlight. Why hadn’t she yielded to Aiden’s reluctance to enter this Old Place? He’d spent close to a year on the road and would have seen far more Old Places that had been stripped of their magic than she had in the few weeks she’d been traveling with him.
    He was behind her, closer to the danger that flew in pursuit. If something happened to him because she’d insisted …
    Her mare suddenly veered left, almost throwing Lyrra out of the saddle. She hung on grimly, letting the animal choose the way and hoping the mare’s instinct would get them to safety in time.
    It felt like they’d been fleeing for hours when the mare slid down a bank, splashed through the shallow stream, then scrambled up the other bank.
    A few heartbeats later, they galloped out of the trees into a sunlit meadow.
    Thank you, Mother , Lyrra thought as she slowed the mare. Thank you .
    Then she looked back, expecting to see Aiden. And saw nothing but the trees.
    She reined the mare to a stop. Slid out of the saddle. Stared at the trees.
    Behind her a horse neighed a greeting.
    Spinning around, Lyrra saw the black-haired woman riding toward her.
    No , Lyrra thought, sinking to the ground. Not Morag. Not the Gatherer. Go away! He doesn’t need you! It’s not his time! Aiden!
    “Lyrra?” the woman said, dismounting so quickly she stumbled before catching her balance and running the rest of the way to where Lyrra sat on the ground. “Lyrra? Are you hurt?”
    Lyrra looked at the woman who now knelt beside her. She pressed her hand against her mouth to hold back the weeping. If she started, she wasn’t sure she would stop.
    Not Morag. This was Morphia, Morag’s sister. The one who was called the Sleep Sister and the Lady of Dreams.
    “Are you hurt?” Morphia asked again.
    Lyrra shook her head.
    “Are you alone?”
    “I —” I don’t know . “Aiden …”
    Morphia looked around. “He must have followed a different trail through the woods. That’s him, isn’t it?”
    Lyrra twisted around, saw Aiden and the horses cantering toward her.
    “Aiden!” she cried, scrambling to her feet. She ran to meet him.
    He barely waited for his gelding to stop before he was out of the saddle, rushing toward her. He pulled her into his arms. Held on tight.
    “Are you all right?” he asked hoarsely, kissing her cheek, her neck, anything he could reach without letting go of her.
    “I’m fine. I’m fine. And you?”
    “I’m fine.”
    She pulled back far enough to really kiss him, looked at his face, then gave him a shove that startled him enough tobreak his hold and make him step back a couple of paces. Anger burned through her, sweet and hot.
    “You did it deliberately, didn’t you?” she shouted. “You kept going along the forest trail so the nighthunters would follow you instead of me. Didn’t you?”
    “Of course I didn’t,” he replied sharply. He raked his hand through his black hair. “Mother’s tits, Lyrra, you disappeared down that game trail so fast, there was no chance to follow you. So I followed the trail I was on until I could head in the same direction you did.”
    “With those nighthunters chasing you every step of the way!”
    Anger flashed in his blue eyes. “They weren’t behind me once you disappeared. I thought they’d gone after you!”
    He was the Bard. He could be a facile liar when he wanted to be. And he was lying to her now. If he’d truly thought the nighthunters had gone after her, he would have abandoned the packhorse and followed the game trail she’d taken. But a man and two horses offered more prey than a woman and a horse — especially when he’d been behind her.
    Lyrra’s temper, goaded by fear and relief, soared. “You can keep your lies and your self-sacrificing —”
    “Stop it!” Morphia hurried toward them. “Stop it!”
    Hearing pain