"Why are we training here?" Ey looks over at eir first Apprentice in over ten millennia and wonders not for the first time how ey nearly missed his Awakening. Wonders how it was he could sink one of their strongest Cities without straining but cannot sense the way this World eats magick without giving it back. …
Category: Imèn World: Book Three
1
He'd lost count of how long it had been since he was brought here. Lost track of how long he'd been fighting for his freedom. The days and weeks and months all seemed to blur together. He couldn't even judge how much time had passed by how many Festivals of the Flesh had happened because …
2
She stepped inside her rooms and froze at the sight of a figure standing in front of the floor to ceiling windows that made up the far wall. But she didn't raise the alarm, didn't draw her steel, because she knew who it was before his magickal signature even registered. Knew it without him turning …
3
She watched Alaïs stride into the Main Hall looking ready for war despite being dressed the exact same as when Thayne's voice had thundered across the Palace and felt her stomach flip. The Honorable Companion looked around with clear blue eyes that reminded her of Nhulynolyn's, even though Alaïs' were more blue than white. The …
4
"This is where your kind belongs, y'know. It's the only thing you are truly good for." For half a second he froze, hopeful and terrified all at once that he'd finally been recognized but his client just kept talking, hands threaded through his hair and curling into fists to get a better handhold to keep …
5
"Have you heard the news?" He looked up from where he'd been sharpening one of his backup knives to see Jerald leaning with his shoulder against the doorjamb, the Alphenian's brown eyes light enough to be near a chestnut brown versus the freshly turned earth they usually were. Sitting back in his chair, he set …
6
He watched as Relyt stalked through the Palace, calling it anything less than that would be inaccurate. The Soul Healer moved in a bubble of his own grief and self-hatred, walked like an ice storm barely contained in a humanoid form. He watched his charge and tried to remember that he couldn't make eye contact …
7
"Are we just going to not talk about it?" Ishmariel asked, voice loud in the shaky silence of the Hall. She looked at her Warrior and raised an eyebrow. He rolled chartreuse eyes before gesturing at the empty chair next to him with a clipped, short gesture that told her just how upset he really …
8
"How is he doing?" Sheieh looked up at him with a start, winter-grey eyes a tad wide in a face that was angular and sharp even for a Grey Soul Healer. Hair the color of silver with darker grey lowlights fell to his waist in a single long braid, a few wisps of fringe framing …
9
Normally the Dining Hall was the one place in the Eighth Palace that everyone agreed to stow their disagreements, to drop their drama and their quarrels, at the door. It was something even visiting dignitaries who saw the inside of the Palace maybe twice a year knew about, something they did unconsciously, as though Thayne …
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