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It was hard not to feel afraid. Especially as she parried blow after blow, cut open throats and abdomens and chests, severed heads and arms and hands and legs from bodies. It was hard not to tunnel vision. Especially as she threw her sword at the face of one assailant and tore out the intestines of …

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Her fingers wrapped over the banister of the highest tower's balcony tightly enough that her knuckles had gone white, the bones and tendons creaking under the strain, muscles locked up and loudly protesting their prolonged position. But she was frozen in place, unable to bring herself to move even though her back was demanding she …

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He stood at the farthest edge of the camp, hands curled around the hilts of Mallacht in his left and Beannacht in his right and held down at his sides, the grey-dyed leather armor Shiran City had gifted him hugging his body like a second skin and watched as the Lord King's army marched across the sands and Thayne's …

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Of all the Sacred Twenty-Three Cities, only Zhalharaq City still held what was known as the Watchtowers: seven obelisks that extended nearly a thousand feet into the air, sleek and gleaming like hammered steel, their points extending far above the glowing golden walls that surrounded each City. One stood for the Heart of the City and …

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It had taken weeks of study in the Palace library, looking over what remained after Rhyshladlyn spoke that Deathbed Prophesy and brought the City out of its slumber to find the records he needed. It had taken long, grueling hours to convince Alaïs to translate the twisting characters of the Sinner Demon language to him. …

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Bayls and Nhulynolyn burst into the General's tent just as the sun was cresting the tops of the sand dunes, looking sleep-disheveled and wild eyed. Before anyone could comment that they had arrived together, Bayls dropped an explosive: "I think a god of Justice is going to kill Azriel while wearing Rhyshladlyn's likeness." Chaos erupted in …

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She couldn't hear anything but the sound of her breathing, harsh and heavy as it whistled past her vocal chords. Even though she knew there was a cacophony of sound that echoed all around her, she heard none of it. Not the clink and shink of steel on steel and metal on armor, not the shuh shuh of defensive …

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