Soon as he had stepped into the room he'd been given at the Palace and locked the door behind him he let his careful mask of indifference slip just a little. Let his emotions fill his face as he looked around at the muted opulence of the room. Looked at the thick steel-grey rug that …
Category: Anglë World: Book Four
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She stalked through the corridors with no real destination in mind. Just needed to put as much space between her and the meeting hall as possible. Which was dumb, really. What she was running from wasn't a room or a group of people, it was a feeling. One that followed her like the scent of …
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"What is going on with you?" For a moment Ishmariel stood frozen halfway around the corner, eyes locked onto the sight of Azriel and Rhyshladlyn in the middle of the corridor a few feet away. The former was looming over the latter, looking equal parts frustrated and concerned; the inches of height difference only noticeable …
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Relyt had wanted answers, had asked questions he could hardly stomach and what he got back was a set of answers to everything but those questions. It was... he shook his head and fought not to crumple the parchments in his hands into an unrecognizable jumble. The curses he spoke in a jumbled mix of Gretlök and …
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He dropped from the Line and turned in a slow circle, searching the area around him. Not that he was going to find anything here. This area of Imèn World had been abandoned and empty for decades, if not longer. A section of the World where the desert lands of Fènwa's eastern edges had begun …
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He'd followed Rhyshladlyn for the last thirty-five years. Had watched him from afar, protected him in a way that his Warrior couldn't. And it had nothing to do with the Alphenian's competency and everything to do with how the Worlds at large didn't remember. Acted like the three hundred years between the end of the …
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She pressed her ear against the wall, careful not to try and magickally hear the voices on the other side better. What she was doing was dangerous enough, after all Qishir Thayne only allowed those pertinent to the conversation inside her meeting hall and any who weren't invited but tried to listen in anyway were …
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"You shouldn't have come here," he muttered, looking up from the spicy tea he'd been drinking. He meant it to be a criticism, but it lacked conviction. Lacked the scolding it needed to have. "Yeah, yeah," the Soulless dropped into the seat opposite him, rolling eyes that were a rich, ocean-vast blue as he relaxed …
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The further he got from N'phier City, the less afraid he became. But in place of that abject terror and the panic it produced anger took root. And with each loping stride he took, with each leap from one Line to another, dodging Dhaoine and Line Carriages as he went, that anger grew. With each …
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His back hit a tree with enough force it shook and he couldn't be certain if the crack that followed was the trunk or his back. Growling both in defiance and to curtail the want to scream despite not feeling a lick of pain, he threw his arms up in time to curl his fingers around the …
