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Thousands of campaigns, all but two successful, and of all of them the most difficult seemed to be storming Shiran City. For despite having highly detailed maps that she hadn't expected to acquire, despite having an army of nearly six hundred thousand highly trained warriors and soldiers, despite having at least one potential ally -- the …

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"Relyt Greymend of the Twilight Walkers Clan, Thirteenth Tier Healer, Thrice Touched, Contracted Healer to the Second Born of the Sinner Demon Royal Bloodline," the herald's voice rang out clear and deep, cutting through the din of the Hall and rendering it into absolute, echoing silence. Her head jerked up from where she'd been looking …

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All around him the silence was alive with sounds that didn't quite make it into the vocal range but he still heard them, felt them against his skin like the barest brush of silk; they reverberated off his bones and strummed along his muscles. His bare feet shuffled down the well worn dirt path that weaved between …

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You weren't supposed to die!  Relyt clenched his jaw against the onslaught of grief and rage and guilt that pulsed out from the Qishir before him, his hands twitching against Rhyshladlyn's cheeks with the effort it took for him to keep from pressing too hard, his heart thumping hard against his breastbone, shaking his ribcage …

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She stood on the balcony of the tallest tower of the Palace in much the same place Rhyshladlyn had that fateful night when his Qishir side came hollering up from the depths, facing the north where a column of white-blue flame that could only be coldfire shot skyward for a brief flicker before disappearing behind …

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He hadn't been entirely truthful with Azriel when the Anglëtinean had asked how much he'd heard of the conversation between them. Not because of something as profound as not sparking a fight but mainly because it didn't truly matter what all he'd heard. He'd heard what he needed to hear and that was more than …

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It had been six hundred years since Azriel last felt this particular type of fear: the kind that left one numb and freezing but unable to so much as shiver to regain some warmth. He last felt it when he watched his wife and child be killed in front of him while he struggled in …

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