Did they know they had put him in the same room he'd been in before the juggling match of locations had begun months ago? Did they know that no one had destroyed the notes that he'd had strewn across the desk, written in a language no one but he could read? Probably not because if …
Author: The Seven Worlds
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They should have known peace, known freedom, once the Question had been Answered. And they had... at first. Now they didn't. Now they knew they had done nothing more than exchange one prison for another. And the only difference between the two was the first was cold and dark and so very empty and this one was not. This …
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The room felt too small even though realistically he knew it was huge, at least double the size of the cabin's front room had been. But with each hour that bled into the next, with each day that turned to night and night back into day, the room felt smaller. The walls felt like they …
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Azriel dropped heavily onto the rocking chair beside her with a rough sigh that spoke to how much pain he was in. She didn't comment on it though. It was an unspoken agreement that they'd come to long ago when both of their loves were gone that if he didn't acknowledge her heartbreak over Nhulynolyn's …
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"When shall we move?" It was a simple question but there was no simple answer. Not one that could be given without tipping the Scales to favor one side over the other and in this Balance must be preserved. Though it would be so much easier to pick a side and throw all strength behind that side, …
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They'd been working for days now, rapidly nearing on a week, to save Nhulynolyn, to keep him from succumbing to his injuries. Nearly a week and there had been moments when the terminology close call was far too real for his comfort. He may not have had that much time to get to know the …
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He glanced back at where Rhyshladlyn lay on a stretcher that four guards carried between them. It was hard to reconcile that the male who lay so docilely, so still, was the same one who had ripped through the first layer of spellwork on his collar with all the ease of a child tearing wet …
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"Get them out of here!" "We can only hold them off, there's no way to kill them--" "--not without being able to Balance the Worlds." He nodded to no one in particular. There wasn't a point trying to keep track of all the Otherborn that filled the space within the retaining wall. For all that …
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She stumbled and collapsed against the wall, vision unfocused, chest too tight, as her body suddenly just refused to remain upright and mobile anymore. The skin of her arms felt like it was crawling and when she looked down at them, she could see the markings that spoke the names of her Triad pressing against her skin. Seeing it …
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Last time he had felt this angry had been the day he'd learned his Qishir had known Azriel had been alive for over a century and hadn't told anyone else. Had been when he'd stared into orange-amber eyes and wanted to strike out, to make Rhyshladlyn hurt like he did. Back then he'd nearly toppled …
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