It was warmer than he expected as he plunged his hands inside, fingers curling around Rhyshladlyn's half shredded heart, wings flaring wide as he dropped every Shield and Barrier and ward he had on his power and pulled from the beneath, from the still unstable ambient magick, from the dying Selves of the flesh-less things …
Category: Anglë World: Book Four
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He'd expected a lot of things when Jerald had told him that Rhyshladlyn had called them to the Companion Tower. But seeing the veritable sea of destroyed bodies and blood that filled the square hadn't been one of them. Seeing Nhulynolyn glassy-eyed with the hands of a Dragaen in Dhaoinic form gripping his ashen face and screaming …
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Nhulynolyn skidded around the last corner before the Companion Tower's square just in time for the tension to snap. With a curse, he extended the nails of his right hand into talons and sank them into the brick wall beside him as unstable magick blasted out in a concussive wave that would have sent him …
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Metal clanked as he moved, the sound bouncing off the too-close walls, bringing the attention of his guard up from the meal the neodrach was eating. But ey disregarded him when ey saw he was merely shifting position to be more comfortable. Or as comfortable as one could get on concrete floors with smooth walls and …
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He leaned back to avoid a swipe meant for his face. Slipped in behind that arm as it bypassed him, right hand pressing into the armpit, left curling around the forearm just below the bend of the elbow. Locked the elbow joint with a wrist flick, side stepped to the right and behind the thing, …
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"What's the plan?" Nhulynolyn yelled over the roar of the wind as the four of them ran down the Lines, jumping nearly in sync from one to the next to avoid pedestrians, to keep from having to lose stride. It was like he was back in Shiran City, tunnel focused on getting to the palace, …
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As the arguments flew all around the room, the entire Grey Court packed into Nhulynolyn's sitting room, Azriel had eyes only for Rhyshladlyn. Even as he offered his own arguments and agreements, he never looked away from his Qishir. Watched every twitch of muscle, every blink, every eye flicker, every flutter at his jaw. Took …
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Rapidly losing altitude, Xefras banked for the City, using what little remained of his strength to fly faster, but it didn't matter. He was too late. Knew it before he was close enough to hear the alarms and the Shields and the Barriers. The smoke from fires and sand-dust kicked up by thousands of feet …
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The paths of the maze-like gardens were overgrown with thorn patches, bramble vines, and leafy shrubbery. The dried husks of rose bushes and lily beds were scattered like discarded paper. Trees that had once been filled with vibrant life were now nothing more than rotted trunks, half fallen branches as bare as the Shiraniqi Desert. …
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It had been three hours since his twin had dropped through the fucking ceiling like a god, all murderous intent and righteous anger and something else that Nhulynolyn still couldn't put his finger on. Three hours later and the only new information he had was that the Snake Shiftkin's name was Ahdyfe. Rhyshladlyn and Azriel were …
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